"Ling Yao..."

Why are you here...

Shengling's deep and sharp black eyes stared at her small, pale face and her thin lips.

Mrs. Zhang, with a worried face on her side, lowered her voice and said, "Madam, where on earth have you been? In the evening, you didn't go to deliver your meal to your husband. You couldn't get through the phone again. If you couldn't find you, he would come back and sit till now! ______

Qiu Jiayi's eyebrows were slightly astringent and she did not speak for a while.

Is he waiting for himself to appear?

He obviously doesn't want to see himself. Isn't it just okay if...