715 Huanhuan be good, don't cry (3)_1

It was an indescribable feeling, incredibly uncomfortable, just like a poisonous thorn, deeply piercing into the heart.

Looking toward the door, thinking of him.

He must be smoking now, right?

Through a door, it seemed possible to see the way he smoked, the expression on his face when he smoked, the way his eyebrows furrowed…

The little one looked at Che Huan and gently touched her hand, "Huanhuan, I've never seen Huo Jinnan be so nice to anyone before, not even to me."

Che Huan, "…"

The little one looked up at Che Huan, puffed up her cheeks and said, "He's just a bit clumsy with his words, maybe not so good at sweet-talking, right?"

"…"

Che Huan didn't utter a word, just looked down at the little one.

The little one furrowed her brows, ah, that damned old man, and that wicked woman, and that Huo Qichang, they really made Huo Jinnan suffer!

Che Huan looked at the little one, biting her lower lip.