No matter how ugly the truth is, I still hold on to it and don’t want to let go.
Two days later, Beijing.
A silver Mercedes slowly stopped downstairs. Landon Yu turned off the engine, took out a box of special supplies for China from his pocket, smoked one himself, and handed it to Ashton Zhou.
Ashton Zhou sat in the passenger seat, wearing a stand-up collared windbreaker with an indifferent expression. He took the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath.
"Brother, listen to me." Landon Yu took off his sunglasses and said earnestly: "Don't think about it. The more you think about yourself, the more uncomfortable you will feel. If you are having a hard time going home alone, come and stay at my house for a while. Don't you like my little girl? Our Minmin will bring you..."
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