Longyaochen looked confused. "Are you angry?"

Xia Yimo opened his mouth slightly and did not know how to answer Longyaochen's words. She twitched several times at the corner of her mouth before she pulled a fake laugh and gritted her teeth secretly and said, "Angry? How can I get angry? Of course not. Ha ha..."

"Mr. Long, your pen bag is ready!" In time, the salesman handed up a delicate handbag.

Longyaochen just looked back indifferently and paid the bill.'Let's go. The past time is almost the same.

Xia Yimo left the store with Longyaochen in a sad mood, got on the bus and was depressed all the way. She...