Jiang Fu glanced at the glass jar in Cang Baiyu's hand, then he bent down in front of him, picked up a relatively round pebble and threw it in, and couldn't help but ask
"What is this?"
"You were wronged and didn't tell me the times I was upset, so do you have anything to say?"
Jiang Fu stared at the jar that was about to overflow, raised his head and thought for a long time.
"Oh"
"I won't let you know next time"
Cang Baiyu glanced at him coolly, squatted down and started picking up stones again.
Purpose: I want to know the story of the first time a cloudy day covered your face.