Juliana Lewis raised his eyebrows. "If you want to know the answer, go to Timothy Greene. He will tell you what the answer is, and then what the answer is."
"By the way, whenever you ask the answer, you can enter this door."
Benson Leach is like Lightning strike. Ask Timothy Greene at this time.
That's a rival in love!
The answer given to him by his rival in love must be different from that given to him by Juliana Lewis. He was in a hurry to find abuse.
Benson Leach stood at the door: "Wife, I really don't want to know. I won't mention Timothy Greene in the future. Let me go in and sleep."
"You see, it's late autumn now, and it's cold at night. If you don't open the door, I will stand here and wait until tomorrow. When the time comes, your husband will catch a cold. Are you willing?"
"…"
Benson Leach talked for a long time, but he didn't hear Juliana Lewis's voice.
Benson Leach leaned against the door frame, reflecting on why he died like this, and asked her this topic.