"Chang Feng, please, don't leave me, okay?" Yue Qingshan said drunkenly, her eyes bleary.
For Yue Qingshan, Su Changfeng's heart had already been touched. The heart that was once as hard as molten steel had softened, but as soon as he thought of Shen Hanxue, Su Changfeng had to become very firm again.
Now that he had already hurt Yue Qingshan, he could not hurt Shen Hanxue again.
"If there is a next life, I will make it up to you then." After Su Changfeng said this, he gently pried open Yue Qingshan's hand.
After tidying up the dining table, Su Changfeng lay down on the sofa in the living room.
The next day was also the last day of Ye Litian's three-day deadline.
Su Changfeng woke up early and deliberately put on a black suit he rarely wore. Dressed in a suit, Su Changfeng appeared particularly spirited, and the charisma that already entranced people increased considerably.
