"Yes, you know Ouyang Mingchen's people. Although they say that, they really care about Tian Feifei. When he called me, I even heard his voice trembling."

Ouyang Xing sat down on Yang Butterfly's bed.

"Ouyang Xing, if you think about it, is there any way?"

Yang Di turned his head, took Ouyang Xing's hand and gently coquetted.

Ouyang frowned, thinking for a long time but not knowing what to do.

"Maybe only two people create more opportunities."

Ouyang is sighing too.

"Yes, that's a good way, Ouyang Xing. Unfortunately, I'm in hospital, so I'll leave it to you."

Ouyang Xing immediately suffered a face, such a difficult task to himself,...