Hong Shaohua looked at the sunny foam apologetically. "Sunny foam, I'm sorry."

Yu Qingmo got up from the sofa and pulled his messy clothes. "I'm all right. Go ahead!" You don't have to say sorry to me.

What if you're sorry? A word of sorry won't change her heart.

Hong Shaohua will take it into his arms. "Clear foam, you have a good rest tonight. Tomorrow, you will have a day off first. You don't need to go to the company anymore. I'll accompany you when I'm free."

He patted her on the back as a comfort, a comfort he gave her, but he couldn't return to any disappointment in...