C209 Not good stubble

Yu Yifei glared viciously at the rose that was still blooming outside the window.

It was already more than July and the roses had already begun to wilt, but this year's roses were especially gorgeous, without any signs of decay, just like Tang Zhen's wretched life, which could not be broken.

Yu Yifei held the phone tightly, she had transferred all her hatred towards Tang Zhen onto the roses