Ning Youran wrinkled her nose, “She? You mean Huanhuan?”
“Ok.”
Except for Huanhuan, this man really won’t have anything else to come to her.
The taste of this wine seemed pretty good. She couldn’t help but sip two more, then put down the cup she was holding, raised her head and straightened her face, and said, “I don’t know if I know her or not, Huanhuan she…not like me So easy to understand.”
Nolan’s eyes were as deep as the sea, dull, and his thin lips pressed together without making a sound.
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