C209 Meatometer

He was in her eyes, in her heart, and fused with her again.

Gu Fumei's stare made Kang Wenyuan feel uncomfortable. He frowned and swept a glance at her indifferently, "Go, of course I want to go. What qualification do I have to say no?" Even if it was the Hong Gate banquet, he would still have to go to it single-handedly.

There was a thorn in her words. Gu Fumei's heart was not satisfied