C1174 The Misjudged Mr Liang

Chen Yan was his man. Even if he was a processor, how could he send out words that he loathed?

At this moment, every word on the photon processor seemed to become distorted. Every punctuation, every stroke, they all seemed to be showing off their might, wanting to snatch his husband away from him.

He didn't want to be like a spiteful woman who guarded her husband so closely, but deep down