Without a charger, a phone is completely useless.
Chi Xiaoyu tossed her phone aside, cupped her face in her hands, and rubbed it vigorously.
She stood up, drew back the curtains, and gazed out the window.
In the night sky, colorful fireworks burst open in the distance.
Is she really going to marry him?
What a persistent woman, even if he has wronged her, she is still willing to accept him, and time and again, at all costs, wants to marry him.
Yeh Cangqiong?
Is it really Yeh Cangqiong?
From just one photo, she couldn't tell.
The two brothers looked very much alike, not to mention that it was five years ago, she didn't know what he looked like five years ago.
In fact, this time, she planned to forgive him.
But she still couldn't change seeing him with another woman.
At this moment, in another office.
Han Yi was busy; she brought in the bowl of medicine she had brewed.
