"That's not what I want to say..."

"that's enough," Li Jingchen closed his eyes, his long hands tightly clenched the steering wheel. I don't want to discuss this topic with you. Go back. "

Butong lowered his eyes and his brain was in a mess. He didn't know what to say, but he felt his chest was choking badly.

she said nothing wrong, how could it be like this...

"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at speaking, but what I want to express is really not what you think." Butong said, did not wait for his response, open the door, walked to the house.

Li Jingchen looked at the thin...