Put down the phone, Yin Lin gradually had the courage to hold Wang Ying and sit aside, hands stuffed into her collar to keep touching.

Lin Ziyi was timid. Seeing the tense atmosphere in front of her, she sat around and fiddled with her clothes.

but Wang Ying was a little surprised after hearing the conversation between Yin Lin and Zhang Yang. He thought that Zhang Yang had no identity, but when he heard the conversation between Yin Lin and him just now, even Yin Lin was soft.

but it doesn't matter who he is. Anyway, his boyfriend has already been called. I'll give him a good beating later. I'll...