C42 The World Is What I Write Right

Seeing that the other party had fallen silent, and that they were even able to hear the faint sound of sobbing, Zhang Ping's chest suddenly tightened, and he felt as if he was suffocating.

No way!

His expression turned very strange. It was sour, super sour.

He didn't even want to talk anymore.

However, as a brother, he still had to comfort her.

F * * k