The three of them had a hearty meal of hot pot, their faces were full of happiness, and the atmosphere was no longer as depressing as before.

Qin Sheng observed Song Qing'an's expression from time to time, and sure enough, as she thought, Song Qing'an, a full foodie hot pot, could indeed solve his troubles.

Although she really didn't know what Song Qing'an's troubles were.

It seems that he only knows Song Qing'an's name, and he doesn't even know where he came from.

However, Song Qingan didn't know how much he had, so Qin Sheng didn't feel too much of a loss.

But she could obviously feel that Song Qing'an was not so simple, even if his face was ......

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