C113 Chapter 113

"Sometimes I don't understand why I'm doing this. Do you really care about me?"

Fu Zichen muttered to himself while facing the air. He suddenly rubbed his forehead, and a few traces of pain were hidden between his tightly knitted brows.

After a while, Fu Zichen closed the box, opened the desk drawer, put the box in, and then locked it.

"Click! Click! The phone rang when the key was pulled out