Joint face
The car started and rolled up a dust, floating on the delicate bun of several people, even more embarrassed.
After a long silence, the shock on Li Yan’s face did not subside. “What’s going on? Qingxi, isn’t this car your boyfriend’s car?”
Lin Qingxi felt like he was slapped in the face, sorely hurt.
Zoe… must be intentional!
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