C1133 Wounded Zhang Xiaoxi

This was him, always like this. Perhaps, he was the same to everyone, in his eyes. He was just a person who didn't matter.

"It's fine, I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first." With that, Zhang Xiaotian turned around and left, no longer looking at Zhang Xingyun.

You clearly know that matters that do not belong to you, so you must ask for more