I can't help you. I'm afraid I'll make my little heart angry

Butong, holding Li Jingchen's arm, leans on his shoulder and looks at the bustling scene at home. He is very steadfast.

suddenly, Li Jingchen's mobile phone in his pocket rings.

the man took out his mobile phone, looked at the screen, and hung up the phone directly.

Butong glanced at the name and said, "honey, it's tank. Why don't you take it?"

"it's nothing serious. I'll talk about it later."

"Oh..." Butong smiled, didn't pay attention, and called xiaoyueya.

if she doesn't accept song Chi again, song Chi will cry. After all, he doesn't dare to come to...