After hanging up the phone, Cheng Sheng came over after a while, opened the passenger door and got into the car.
Li Shuo looked tired and glanced at Cheng Sheng: "Brother, I'm sorry, I've ruined your fun."
"It's no big deal, I'm more concerned about your affairs." Cheng Sheng rubbed his hair irritably, "Do you want to chat? I'm willing to chat with you at any time."
Li Shuo was silent for a moment: "I want to digest it myself." Since returning from Yangcheng, he has not discussed his mood with anyone, not even Wen Xiaohui. He has never been in the habit of finding anyone to complain to. A man should deal with his troubles by himself. Even if he mentions it one day, he will treat it as a joke and say it coolly. Besides, how could he have the face to complain about being played by a young boy?
Cheng Sheng also fell silent. After a long while, he banged the car door hard, and then cursed, as if he was angry: "Damn, I reminded you that Zhao Jinxin is not a good person. What did you say back then?"
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