Hearing this, Song Ci spread his hands indifferently, "It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of something funny."

After a slight pause, she looked at Zhou Lian, whose face was dark and could drip ink, and couldn't help but feel happy again.

"Are you right, Mr. Zhou~"

Song Ci retells it deliberately and delicately, but Zhou Lian's eyes flashed with the slightest hint of desire.

He stared closely at Song Ci's waist, which was tightly grasped by Yingying, with a ...