Ouyang Mingchen began to blow up the newly painted nail polish, and the rose glanced at him. "I heard that Qin Ming is very much like you. If that's your twin brother, maybe everyone will believe it. If Miss Tian had been confused by Qin Ming's beauty carelessly, she drank a little wine, and then two lonely men and widows lived together in a room..." After a deep pause, Rose went on to exaggerate, "Crack, the firewood is burning..."

As soon as her voice fell, she saw an uneasy man stand up, pull out his cell phone and dial the phone.

"Tian Feifei, where are you now?" Having dinner? Who...