Han Mofei put the cigarette to his mouth for the third time, but still didn't take a puff. The room was silent for too long. He looked at the figure on the sofa. His thin lips moved, probably about to say something, but he sighed and turned to lean against the window.
"I can stop working and endure other people's opinions, but I can't ignore my family's feelings..."
The figure that he glanced at the sofa became stiffer and stiffer, which affected his irritable heart, and he suddenly became silent again.
"Damn it! If you push me hard, let's go abroad! I don't want anything else!" After saying that, he stamped the cigarette under his feet.
"I don't want anything anymore..." The person on the sofa raised his head, his pale face showed no emotion, but it made people feel indescribably distressed...