Mu Xiaoqi is upset.

Even if Movi hangs up, the laughter on the other end of the phone still seems to linger in my ears.

Although she knows that night scenery is painful, her fingers still ache when she thinks of surprising him. Unexpectedly, she was not even qualified to accompany him for his birthday.

The villa is quiet and cold, while he is singing and dancing, Yingying Yanyan...

The more I think about it, the more irritable it is. The shadowy ones, the shadowless ones, get uncontrolled into her mind.

She shook her head, stopped walking toward the bedroom, and simply turned and walked out the door.

Meet Wu...