Not interested

Returning to the room, Lang Tinh was lazy to lie down on the bed, let out a long sigh, she really didn't know when Mac Yu would appear, this version was clearly changed compared to her previous life.

Picking up the mobile phone to investigate, Lang Tinh suddenly realized that she didn't even have his phone number, it was tasteless and bland, and threw the phone down on the bed without pity.

The sky was gray, dark clouds were coming, predicting that a heavy rain was about to pass, Lang Tinh had just stepped out the door when the raindrops poured down, then she realized that she had forgotten umbrella on the car.

Putting her bag on her head and running, the rain made her shoulders wet, her body shivered slightly from the cold, suddenly she felt a magical warmth, covering both the rain and the cold.

Stopping, staring up in amazement, still the same familiar face, the opposite person's eyes reside in a small space staring at her, a look mixed between cold and warm colors, the moment it se