An Intense Argument

"Yes, so what if I broke it?" Xia Qinglee shouted loudly, her eyes were full of injuries and grievance.

Lu Qian did not see her eyes. He just quietly looked at the broken phone on the floor.

His heart was like the phone on the floor. It was messy and painful.

Lu Qian slowly squatted down and picked up the broken parts bit by bit.

Seeing his actions, Xia Qinglee's heart was in so much pain that she could not control herself.

How could she not see how important Lu Qian was to the phone, and how could she not see how sad he looked?

"Lu Qian, you never believed me. " Xia Qinglee sobbed and roared. She was unwilling, but there was nothing she could do. She could only turn around and leave this place that made her suffocate.

Walking to the door, Xia Qinglee lowered her head and looked at the box in her hands. This was originally a gift that was specially prepared to thank Lu Qian.