The black eyes stared at her closely, with an extremely strong sense of oppression. This kind of him made a trace of panic appear on Zoe's face.

You know, the Oscar that Zoe saw before was a hangdog, indifferent to everything, where have you ever seen him like this, as if she had done something unforgivable?

Oscar's hands around her shoulders, black eyes suddenly full of anger, even the thin face expressed the master's dissatisfaction.

"If the one standing in front of you today was Dylan, wouldn't you have turned around and left?"

His stern questioning voice made Zoe stunned.

This damn, was he crazy? What nonsense was being said?...