"It's getting late, little Xingxuan, it's time to go to bed." Xiao Yuan's tone was gentle, which made Xingxuan feel uncomfortable, so he hung up the phone.
"Xiao Yuan, the clothes you are wearing now were made by me. You have worn clothes designed by me so many times, but you have never understood my style. Are you saying it was not made by me? Is it her?"
"Is it me? Is it her? Very good, very good. Who do you think you are? What about top celebrities? They are all human beings. What can you do to me?"
Intention: The light that is blocked will always see the light of day again