Lin Yimian was stunned, and when he turned around, he saw a figure that he felt familiar just now.

Song Nuanyang pulled his collar, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his sideburns.

He trotted in front of Lin Yimian, his cheeks flushed red like stained rouge.

"Why are you here?"

Lin Yimian greeted him and asked.

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