“Of course, it’s you.” He Yanzhi stood up hard and carried his bag on his back.
“Fight again?” XiaoQuinn Marsden keenly perceived He Yanzhi’s rapid breath.
“A little friction was resolved.” He Yanzhi couldn’t bear to lie to her. She didn’t ask him if he could, but she asked, but he couldn’t help answering.
“Come down to see you at night.” After that, Xiaoqi hung up the phone.
“Blind worry.” He Yanzhi put away his phone and found his motorcycle. Obviously a very disgusting tone, but the corner of the mouth could not help rising.
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