Washing his face seriously, Lily Jiang helped the wall out of the bathroom.
Charles Qin didn’t leave, sitting on the sofa, tapping his fingers on the armrest.
Seeing him, Lily Jiang thought of Ethan Yuan unconsciously, she hadn’t thought of him for a long time, but today Fang slightly appeared and Charles Qin’s sitting posture was too similar to Ethan Yuan.
Feeling another person’s breath, Charles Qin turned his head and slammed into the pair of pupils that lost focus.
He pursed his lips, got up and took Lily Jiang’s towel and threw it on the sofa, and asked, “What the **** are you doing today?”
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