C308 Another Story

The veins on Su Xiangyang's forehead were bulging.

I looked at him and saw that his tongue seemed to have been broken. For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

"You can't answer. Right? " Su Xiangyang sneered, "Shen Ann, you can't even do it yourself. What right do you have to ask me?"

"I can't do it because you don't care about me at all. Or rather, it's what you think. " I said calmly