"Why."

The fat man sighed.

He still practiced the flute tonight.

Although he felt uneasy, he knew that practicing the flute was more important to him at the moment.

Besides, he didn't know what to do now about Fang Xiaoyu.

Returning to reality, the gap between the two is indeed too big.

"You have to work hard."

After putting out the cigarette butt, the fat man took out his mobile phone and started booking tickets to go home tomorrow.

He no longer thought about which bus Fang Xiaoyu would take tomorrow, he made a reservation for the three o'clock train in the afternoon.

"Smoke another one and go to bed."

The moment he lit up his cigarette.

"Brother Yu?"
Chapter completed!