As an artist of 108G Internet surfing, Ethan is naturally not ignorant of those familiar stalks on the Internet.
He tasted Adrian’s profoundly meaningful “Wan Wan Lei Qing”, and then thought that the “Mr. An” in Chloe’s mouth seemed to be this guy’s little uncle. Immediately, there was a fire of ignorance.
“Chloe, what the **** are you doing? Can you provoke people?!”
Ethan kicked over the coffee table in front of him, his fists clenched tightly, at the same time, his lips were stretched into a straight line, his eyes were smiling but not smiling, he cut out a note at her, and said, “Mr. An?”
“Have? One surnamed An is not enough. Are you planning to collect a zip code book?!”
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