Great influence

On this day, Xirong fuchen had just returned home. When he saw that the lights in the living room were on, his heart skipped a beat. The moment he entered, he saw Duan Jintian sitting on the sofa.

Xirong fuchen opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

He was nervous, and fear rose in his heart.

He thought Duan Jintian had fallen asleep, so he left the house.

When Duan Jintian heard this, she stood up from the sofa, her eyes a little red.

She walked towards Xirong fuchen and asked,"brother Chen, did you drink?"

Duan Jintian's voice was filled with grievance when she spoke.

Xirong fuchen wanted to explain to Duan Jintian, but he didn't know how to explain his strange behavior.

Xirong fuchen looked at Duan Jintian nervously. He didn't want to miss any of her expressions.

Especially when Xirong fuchen saw Duan Jintian's Red eyes, his heart ached.