Alex Brown grunted coldly and didn't say anything, looking at Emma Rosy with disgust in his eyes.
"Hey, I didn't expect Emma to be able to be hit so hard, this time, I'm afraid no one can help her." Marisa Darcy said with some regret, but inside her heart she was laughing coldly.
"This is what she deserves." Alex Brown said disgustedly, his face revealed some impatience.
"Alex, do you hate her that much?" As if to prove something, Marisa Darcy asked with some uncertainty, and just as she asked the question, the whole thing came back to her with remorse.
"of course I do!" Alex Brown' voice was tinged with anger.
"Alex ......" Marisa Darcy moved closer to Alex Brown and leaned into his arms, her head on his chest, her arms around him, her voice soft, "It's over , let's go back, okay?"
