I nodded and wanted to walk past him, but he grabbed my wrist: Yingying.
I raised my head and looked at his handsome nose and thin lips. I thought of Yan Xiaohui's clean fingertips and the broken tears on the clean fingertips. I think it turns out that this is the case. It turns out that this man is the ultimate killer who destroys our gentle planet, and he is so despicable and greedy. The red and white roses actually want to share the rain and the dew.
But I met his eyes, held his hand back, and said: Thank you, Mr. Sheng.