The sun that would shatter with a touch

"I can't drag this on any longer!"

The family doctor removed his mask from his bedroom and walked out while shaking his head.

Gong Chen's chiseled face was expressionless. His black shirt's neckline was open, revealing his wild collarbones. He held a lit cigarette between his slender fingers, and the smoke covered all his expressions.

"If this goes on, miss Zhiyun ..."

The doctor didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning between the lines was obvious.

Gong Chen didn't say anything. He just waved his hand in silence.

Soon, the surroundings became quiet ...

Everything I have is what I, song Chenxi, deserve!

Yingluo should be ashamed of those who ignore my efforts and think that it's natural to enjoy all of this!

The cigarette burned his hand, but Gong Chen didn't take a puff for a long time.

Downstairs.

Song Chenxi and her assistant got out of the car.

Because she suddenly fainted in the president's office, song Chenxi came back early today.