Alana slowly put the transparent Tibetan flower sugar ball into Yuan Bao’s hand before he looked up at him.
“Why is Mr. Han uncomfortable?”
Her voice was rather cold, completely different from when she faced Lei’s family.
The slight curls scattered behind him like seaweed, it seemed that Alana’s eyes were even more distant and cold.
Hearing this, Han Boming was a little bit at a loss.
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