"I'm sorry, I thought you were her..."
Think of her as her? That Wei Nuoshi whose identity he openly disclosed?
"Su Zimo, you bastard."
Mu Nuannuan's heart was burning, and she raised her hand and slapped Su Zimo.
When Mu Nuannuan saw the people still waiting for her on the roadside, she felt indescribably uncomfortable.
"Senior Yan Jing..."
Her forehead rested lightly on his right shoulder, and her tears could no longer stop flowing.
