How could we forget?
I noticed a drop of sweat on God-level's brow. Qiu Yun and Jinny exchanged glances, inhaling deeply. No one said anything.
They didn't know the position of the square in Ye Fengsheng's heart, but now they had to carry Ye Fengsheng's image; they might know that Ye Fengsheng was in a bad mood because Ye Fengsheng's voice was always as gentle as a breeze, never revealing a wounded image.
These feelings were like those of a king of monsters, usually awe-inspiring. After being hurt, you couldn't hide alone and recover from other angles.
After consulting Ye Fengsheng at sunset, the two women slowly stopped at the bus stop, asked the inspector to repair the Porsche's wear and tear, and then walked out towards the restaurant.
Jin Ya and Qiu Yun went to the restaurant to order food, and Ye Fengsheng went to the bathroom alone.
