Daisy asked as she followed his car.

Atlas walked to the door and was about to raise his hand to turn the doorknob but she stopped him. His face immediately darkened: "Get away."

“Go out, Atlas, it's boring staying in this room like this. When you go out, you can feel the vitality more clearly."

The corners of his lips curled up in contempt, his voice suddenly colder by a few degrees. "You want to see people pointing at me sarcastically, don't you?"

"What do you ...