After Zhu Xia Tong sighed, looking at Song Yu's thoughtful face, he asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Song Yu lowered his head and drank water.

After eating, Tan Huairong stood outside the door and waved to Song Yu.

Zhu Xiatong's eyes turned around between the two of them, and he smiled as if he was sighing.

"It seems that fate really does not matter in order. I have been chasing Tan Huairong for thirteen years, but I can't compare to your half ...