C2016 Milk Is a Good Thing

Cheng Bao'er's eyes were downcast. Looking at Feng Shengning's expression, she knew very well what she meant.

Cheng Bao'er said softly as she raised her hand and returned the phone to Ye Zichen.

"I'll give you my phone. You decide what you want to do."

Looking at the phone in front of her, Feng Shengning twisted her fingers but did not move.

Seeing her expression