But still too late to stop, Gu Zixuan opened the cake box, saw the design of the cake, and then looked at the rushing Yu Yuanshen, who had a puzzled look on his face. She gave a gentle smile, "Brother Yu, why did you order such a cake?"
Lin Daiyu burying flowers.
Chinese style is beautiful indeed, but this is too challenging for the cake maker. Does he want her not to be like Lin Daiyu, pitying herself, and swallow these depressing feelings?
Too exquisite to let go, what to do?
Yu Yuanshen, however, jerked the corner of his mouth fiercely without saying a word.
The sullen face gave no clue how he squeezed out a "hmm" from his lips.
Only knew that under the sleeve of his suit, his five fingers had already clenched, exposing the veins.
He walked to the window, folded his arms coldly, and stared outside, breathing calmly.
The phone vibrated at this moment, and he saw a completely unfamiliar number sending a message, [Brother Yu Family, are you okay?]
