That's a playful laugh.

Get up, Qi Ye step by step, graceful, meticulous, close to her.

Subconsciously, when Gu Qianmeng looked up and hit him in the eye, he wanted to turn around.

And his hand held her hand.

The wine on the tray crashed to the ground.

With wide eyes, Gu Qianmeng shook Qi Ye's arm and squatted down to touch the debris. Her salary could never make up for her fault.

"Shouldn't you cry at this time?"

But he reached for her cheek and did it.

"People always change." The eyes trembled and Gu Qian's dream tone calmly said, "Qi Shao, the wine is broken, I'll get it...