Before I could understand Li Yu's words, he pushed the door open. I don't care about Huang Jiahe's past, but it doesn't mean that I don't care about Huang Jiahe's future. And now, Huang Jiahe and Zhang Lu are sitting on the sofa of Li Yu's house solemnly. There was also a two-year-old boy next to him, who was persevering to climb on Huang Jiahe. Although I told myself again and again that I had to trust Huang Jiahe and trust him...&hel...

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