Seeing her aggrieved look, Duanmu Xiu could hardly help it, of course, just barely.
He reached out and touched the top of her head, feeling a throbbing pain in his heart.
After breakfast, Duanmu Xiu took Xiahou Xiyue's hand and got into the car. Wuhen was in the driver's seat. Xiang Nan had already disappeared, and he didn't know where he went.
