"Tian Feifei, is it true?"

Yang Di restrained his smile and looked at Tian Feifei seriously.

"If you hate him, don't get too close to him until you end up hurting yourself. If you really like him, then forget the pain, if people only think of those hatred, will never be happy, happy.

Tian Feifei did not speak, but sat down on the sofa.

"Yang Di, I don't know."

I really can't even see my heart clearly.

It seems to like him, but it seems to be unwilling.

Yang Die looked at Tian Feifei's frowning face and sighed deeply. After all, he could not bear it.

"Okay, okay, then don't...