Chen Xie Zhu called Xu Yan
"Are you finally willing to contact me?"
"..."
"You speak"
"He**"
"What-"
Chen Xiezhu didn't listen to him anymore, hung up the phone, threw down the phone, and curled up in the corner of the sofa.
Xu Yan rushed to his house quickly, but the door of Chen Xie Zhu's house was not closed.
"No, hasn't he been pregnant for two months? Now you-"
Xu Yan stopped talking, feeling that something was not right. Although the room was clean and tidy, there was always something weird. It was like two worlds in the house. Half of the house was clean and the other half was empty. Chen Xie Zhu hugged his legs tightly and huddled in the sofa. Chen Xie Zhu turned to look at Xu Yan. His eyes were lifeless. Xu Yan looked at him. These eyes should not belong to Chen Xie Zhu now.
"What's wrong with you?"
Xu Yan closed the door and sat next to Chen Xie Zhu
"Let me tell you a story"
"It's not——"
"A young man..."
Chen Xie Zhu didn't give Xu Yan a chance to speak, so he told the story
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
