"That's the same." Qin Xiaoya thought as she ate, if she hadn't had a deep friendship with Ye Shuimi, she might have felt that the other side was a rich second generation, which was difficult to communicate with, and it was simply not silly and sweet now.

"I'm sure she'll be handed over to you. Sometimes she's easy to drill into bulls'horns. If you can, please pay more attention to her situation."

Qin Xiaoya nodded frequently, and when the mobile phone shook, he freed up his hand to pick it up. Then he flashed it out. "You see, where is the ink for my hair? It's beautiful."

As she searched...