"Tomorrow morning, do you hate me so much?"

Ouyang Mingchen laughed, but that laugh was so lonely. He remembered the little woman sitting in it and laughed at himself.

"Huang Liling, in the same way, I hope I won't say it again. I'll only give you one chance. If you miss the chance in your hand, then I tell you, it will never happen."

Huang Liling gripped her lips to death.

"Also, laugh and don't look at me like that. Maybe you're hiding from a reporter. You'll take a picture of yourself and put it on tomorrow's paper."

"Tomorrow morning, it's all under your control."

"Huang Liling, you have the...