The soft light shone on them, and Huo Mui's eyes could not help softening down.

Is this waiting for him?

The feeling that someone was waiting to go home soothed his tired heart in an instant.

Hawthorne was not in a good mood because he had not had a rest all day and all night, and his spirit had been stretched to the extreme. In addition, he was stimulated by Howthorne.

He doesn't care about other people's eyes, but he doesn't want Huo to read jokes.

And he himself can't accept any failure in life.

So this time, not only for the elderly, but also for their own sake, cherry...