She had to ask her to put it down and let him sit on the sofa, watching her tear patter down a pitiful look, the original anger disappeared without trace.

At this time, there was a feeling of softness. She reached out and touched her head. Then she clumsily wiped her tears with her thumb and looked at the tear marks on her face. At last, she was relieved a little and gave her a strong breath, not as nervous as at the beginning.

Holding her nose in ink, some gritted their teeth and said, "You girl, I really don't know what to do with you. It's just a small...