This is indeed a matter of fate but no destiny. We meet by fate but go on without destiny.

Looking at Ji Xifeng's relaxed and decadent look, Tan Huairong tried to imagine that if Song Yu was like this with others, that would be it, no more, he had already started to get angry.

The knuckles of the clenched fists turned white, and there was a faint gesture of getting up. It seemed that if he had imagined who the person was, he would have already rushed over.

Tan ...