"Am I not happy for you?" The cold girl smiles sweetly. One is her own friend and the other is her brother. It's a wonderful thing to think about, isn't it?

Bai Yanrong turned a white eye, deserving to be his good friend, even the way to express happiness is so amazing, dare to bump into one another.

What is life, that is, having a good friend who can play with him, a love and hatred that can make him feel deeply engraved, and a cup of strong and fragrant coffee.

"Miss Leng, I don't know if I can sit down." In the elegant and quiet cafe, Lu Ningshuang looked...