"Su Zimo!"
There was an urgent cry in the distance, the sound echoing through the empty streets.
"I'm here!" Su Zimo responded lazily, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, his hands casually placed in his trouser pockets, and he stood there casually.
"Come here, come home with me." The visitor frowned, his face full of anxiety and helplessness, and his eyes were fixed on Su Zimo.
"I don't." Su Zimo raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of amusement, and his eyes swept around the person in front of him wantonly. There was an uninhibited smile at the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself: This villain is nothing more than that.
