"That's enough." Asher Hawn's cold voice interrupted Tang Ruoying. "Don't mention her."
"Oh, Asher, if you don't like it, I won't mention it." Tang Ruoying Shan Shan's silence.
She looked down at the glass slag on the ground and said intimately, "Asher, let me clean it up for you."
"No, just let the cleaning clean up later." Asher Hawn said with a faint look.
"Let me do it, Asher. It won't be good if you step on it by accident. I'll feel bad." Tang Ruoying insisted.
As she spoke, she crouched down and began to clean up the glass slag on the ground.
Asher Hawn frowned and leaned back.
He was a little upset when he thought of the online public opinion.
Asher Hawn took out his mobile phone again, subconsciously clicked on the address book, and with a slender fingertip, he accurately found Nora Smith's number.
Looking at the word "Nora Smith" above, Asher Hawn's handsome face became more and more cold.