C250 I'm Not Angry

It was now the end of August, and the weather was still very hot.

Fortunately, the space in the carriage was big enough, and the air conditioner was running well, so it wasn't too difficult to bear.

Hsiao Na leaned against the seat and closed her eyes slightly.

Soong Yichen used her, but she didn't get angry. She just felt sad.

If it was just because of her age