C100 Yan Family Banquet

Nie Qiuhuan's left hand was holding Xi Fanfan's hand. Her right hand fell into a warm big palm. Her heart trembled for a moment before she replied, "Okay."

Before she walked more than a few steps, Nie Qiuhuan felt her phone vibrate. She smiled apologetically at Rong Shuo, broke away from his hand, and let go of Xi Fanfan's hand.

It was an unfamiliar number, but it kept beeping non-stop