Qingqing

"Mr. Liu, there's a call from the residence." I stood in front of the window, paused, couldn't help coughing twice, then turned around and said "hmm". "Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu... Madam, she is dying." As soon as she picked up the phone, she heard the crying voice of the woman opposite, "Please... Let the young master come back, please... Please. Madam, she just wants to see the young master..." I pursed my lips and lowered my eyes, "Impossible. I won't let him go back." Fu sneered again, "Since he dares to provoke me, he must have this consciousness." After saying that, no matter what kind of shouting there was, he hung up the phone with a bang. Looking sideways, I saw that the snow this year was much heavier than the previous year. The outside world was white and covered with silver. Fine snowflakes floated up to the window and turned into a light mist. I coughed lightly and tightened my fox fur coat. Conception: