C138 Where Does the Sour Smell of Love Come from

Lu Yiran frowned. He hesitated for a long time, but the bell was still ringing.

He stopped abruptly and pressed the person tightly in his arms. He picked up the phone with a gloomy expression. His voice was clearly unhappy.

Han Zhiyu vaguely heard something about an emergency in the earpiece. It seemed to have something to do with his business coming to France this time