"Bang when" a, Tang poetry just picked up the hand of the cup shake, the cup directly fell back to the cup holder, hot tea spilled out half.

Tang poetry didn't have time to wipe it. He looked at Butong nervously. "Tongtong, what do you say?"

butongsi slowly drew some paper towels, wiped the tea in front of her, and said softly, "Xiao Yu told me that the broken finger on his left hand was made by you, and you forced her to leave the capital and away from me, right?"

Tang Shi closed his eyes, didn't deny it, and didn't disdain to deny it. "Since he said it, I...