Hearing his voice, Song Slow was even more aggrieved, and Douda's tears fell like crystals, "Who ...... Who cried. She snorted, like a three-year-old.

"Slowly." Jiang Huai's throat tightened, looking at the bright clouds and blue moon outside the window, and he didn't say anything in distress.

How...... Crying?

It's because ...... Did he call too late?

"Slowly," Jiang Huai said jerkily, "I was just detained by my parents to watch the Spring Festival Gala."

Chapter 61 of "Plotting to Love" Does my sister like that brother very much? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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