Elara saw that it was Tristan who opened the door, and looked at him suspiciously.
Tristan at the door is still his usual dark dress, Jun Yi’s face is a little gloomy, his brows are slightly furrowed, and his eyes are deep.
He looks worried.
“Xiao Ling.” Tristan spoke, and his deep voice called Elara’s name.
“Hmm.” After agreeing, Elara lowered his head to continue working.
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