Lin Yufei didn't know how to answer, "No, it's really something important, sorry, I have to go."
He fled in defeat.
Lin Yufei was over twenty, and at this age, it was time to think about getting a wife, but who would have thought he would fail before even starting.
Although it wasn't his life on the line, it felt the same since it was the other person's.
As a result, when he went to the post office with Xu Qinghuan and Jiang Xingye, he was listless, not in a good mood.
Xu Qinghuan was sending pills to Lin Jianfeng, along with her and Lin Yufei's letters, and one from Qiao Xinyu.
Lin Xiaolan sent letters to both her and Qiao Xinyu. When she opened them, there were actually three yuan inside, "We agreed earlier that I'd send you both three yuan a month, I keep my word."
"Also, did my brother do something stupid to hurt you? I've already scolded him, you mustn't be angry, he's him, and I'm me, just because he's foolish doesn't mean I am."
