"of course." Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes were dim for a moment: "what are you doing? I... "

Tang Xiaoxiao didn't speak, bowed his head and didn't go to see Li Jianbei. A pair of small hands were tangled and clasped in the quilt. Page, what has the final say is that your home is what you say, and when you want to come back, I can't help you.

but Tang Xiaoxiao dare not say these words in front of him.

Li Jianbei looks at Tang Xiaoxiao like this. His face is darker.

what does Tang Xiaoxiao do? At the sight of him, his face changed, and even he was afraid of...