Butong's long black curly hair is about to reach his waist. The hair quality is excellent. The girl feels full and lazy.

"Tongtong..." linche stepped forward, raised his hand just to touch her shoulder, and the girl turned around and looked at him defensively.

Lin Che's hand was frozen in the air awkwardly, his heart hurt a little, he took it back slowly, smiled and said, "Why are you here?"

"I'll see how you live here in peace of mind," said Butong, looking down at his legs. "It looks like you really have a good life."

the smile on Lin Che's face remained the same. "The prosthesis Li Jingchen ordered...