C861 This Is My Son

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Perhaps it was because of the rain, Jian Huan was not in good spirits. She could not muster up her energy and suddenly did not want to go out to eat.

"There is no umbrella in the dormitory?" The phone returned to Huo Motine's hand.

Jian Huan heard his low and intimate tone and thought that there was still her in the dormitory. Her face turned red and she touched her earlobe