Chapter 117 You Don't Have To Answer Me

Joseph seemed to be uncertain about something, and his face, which had always been firm and arrogant, has become gloomy. May‌ ‌Song noticed it, Joseph seldom called her name directly, but now, he has just called May's name directly. "Why?" Unable to help it, May‌ ‌Song asked him back. The sun shone through the clear glass door of Joseph‌ ‌Huo's driver's seat, and the sunlight slanted over his head, and it cast shadows under his eyes. His eyes were buried deep, and the outline of his...