Nolan calmly stared straight ahead at the dark eyes without any fluctuations, and the speed of the car did not change.
He didn’t respond, and Xia Tangtang didn’t say much anymore. She was not a talkative person. She lowered her head and stroked the soft hair of Little Mango with her soft fingers. There was a smile on her face, but she was always involved in this smile. The lingering melancholy.
airport.
People come and go, passing by, each with its own purpose.
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