Yuan Zhou heaved a sigh.
Then, he put down the notebook and considered quietly for a while, maintaining the serious manner along the way until he got off.
While Yuan Zhou was taking a cab unhurriedly and preparing to go back to his restaurant, Wu Hai was likewise preparing to go out. However, he still wanted to try one last time.
"Wu Lin, you watch out. Zheng Jiawei won’t marry you if you continue behaving like that." While he was packing up his luggage, he began to express his grievances.
"That won’t happen. No matter how bad-tempered I am, I can’t compete with you." Wu Lin crossed his arms over her chest. The lines of her slender and vigorous thighs were beautiful, but nevertheless quite frightening in front of Wu Hai.
"Actually, I don’t have much work to do at the art show. Even if we go tomorrow, we have a lot time." Wu Hai didn’t slow down his pace of packing, but he hadn’t given up the thought of staying for another day.
