"Yes, just say it if you have something to do, and we will help you." Xiao Lian said anxiously.

Xue Xiaobao shook his head and said, "You can't help me. If I, Xue Xiaobao, die, don't cry for me. I hate women crying."

"What are you talking about? Xiaobao, don't talk nonsense..." Xiao Lian almost cried when she heard this.

Zi Xin looked up and glanced at him, then lowered her head, and kept reciting Amitabha Buddha.

Su Rong became more and more confused as he listened. What happened to Xue Xiaobao in a few days? Why did he suddenly become sad? He was not like this before. Sentimentality is not his expertise, heartlessness is him.
Chapter completed!