C389 Love Has Its Own Bell

Wen Hanyu suddenly raised his head and threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray. The man's voice was very low and calm, no obvious emotion could be heard, but it gave people a sense of dignity and oppression. Even though the person in front of him was Han Yimo, he seemed a little drowsy.

"W-what?"

"If we are to be particular about being well-matched