On the verge of widowhood

Even though he said this openly in public, Feng Nu's answer was still cold: "I'm sorry, I feel very troubled."

Qiao Que was stunned, he could count on one hand the human beings he had come into contact with, Feng Nu's refusal made him feel a little sad to some extent.

Qiao Que's voice dropped for a moment: "What I said is true... I'm not kidding you..."

Feng Nu quickened his pace: "I'm sorry, I feel very troubled."

Qiao Que bit her lower lip and quickened her pace, grabbing Feng Nu's sleeve: "Then please look into my eyes seriously and repeat?"

Feng Nu stopped, stretched out his hand and waved Qiao Que's hand away, turned around, first raised his hand to look at the wrinkled cuff he had scratched, then stared expressionlessly at the vigorous young man in front of him, paused, and said a word In one word: "I said, I feel troubled."