C125 Exile sad(1)

Feeling He Jingran's anger, Zhou Jiaquan changed the topic so as not to touch his sensitive nerves.

"What are you busy with? If you don't pick up the phone after a long time, do you want to come out at night to drink? "

He Jingran smirked at the other end of the phone call. He already understood that this call was made by An Bowen. He had been friends for so many years