The sun is still shining, a little hot.
Yan An sat in the chair, feeling a little drowsy.
Lu Qingye sat beside him, his handcuffed wrists forced to rest on the table. In front of Lu Qingye was a computer.
"Yan An, which one do you want to choose?"
Asher Yan narrowed her eyes and didn't move at all. She just dealt with it casually: "Whatever, you choose."
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