C351 Drunk Gu Lan

Her drunken face was pink, the woman so drunk, the man so suggestive. How could Spoon accept this? His expression changed, and he immediately took out his phone and dialed a number for Lim Jingxing. "Third Master, it's bad..."

The man held Gu Lan's palm. Although her palm was warm, her nails were cold. The road that had rained before would light up