C52 Trade

It was almost three o'clock in the morning when Yuan Zifeng walked back to the living room. The light was still on in the living room. Lee Qinshu did not sleep.

He heard the noise and stood up abruptly. He looked a little anxious. "Where did you go?"

Yuan Zifeng said without realizing it. "What's wrong?"

"I called you a lot... Never mind." Lee Qinshu rubbed his eyebrows tiredly