"What?"

She thought that Van Gogh, a stingy woman, would not even give her food.

"You don't want to poke fun at me again, do you?"

She's not poor, is she? It's just like Shen Jingchuan.

Van Gogh shook his head, lost the fun he had just had, and became more serious.

"Every time I see you, I feel like I owe you something."

"I always feel like I have something to say to you, what is it?"

"What is it? What makes me so upset?

Van Gogh grabbed his hair and his face became uglier and uglier.

Mu Chudi worried that he would press the medical bell as he...