True Purpose

Looking at the TV, then looking at Meng Qingge who was staring at him with her eyes on the sofa, Ji Wanzhou subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"It's not what you think." Ji Wanzhou had no choice but to say this, but to get a sneer from Meng Qingge.

"I don't want to know what this is like either. I only have one thing to say, whether she's me or me or her." With that, Meng Qingge stood up and walked towards her room on the second floor.

As if her wounds had not fully healed, Meng Qingge walked slowly upstairs. Ji Wanzhou wanted to go over and support her, but she pushed him away.

In the end, Ji Wanzhou could only helplessly sit on the sofa. He felt extremely depressed about this matter.

At this moment, the phone rang in his ear. It was Ji Minhuai.