The cold wind blew on my face, sore and painful.

The delicate skin was painful when Guman was hit by the rainstorm, and there were slight injuries on his face. Mu Chudi rushed back to Rongcheng without any treatment.

Rongcheng is brewing rainstorm again, the temperature drops sharply, the cool wind whistles, and the face of Muchu flute is dull and painful.

Hold the phone tightly and dial Huo Miao's phone again.

No one answered!

Mu Chudi's heart slowly began to cool.

Hawthorne is like taking her out of his world.

There are no Huo Miao in Jiangbian Mengting, Huo Group or even Huo's old house.

Was he so angry...