"lay down."

Yan Shiheng moved his lips and repeated the word silently.

He used to think that he was not an indecisive person.

But now, he really can't afford it and can't let it go.

However, Yan Shiheng's answer to Fu Qiao was, "Yeah. There's nothing I can't let go of."

Seeing his good friend's indifferent expression, Fu Qiao's eyebrows almost twisted into a knot.

The arm holding the bottle suddenly dropped, and Fu Qiao stared at Yan Shiheng ...