C925 Surprise

Another day of sunset.

Su Muying leaned against the balcony, blowing the wind. Her face was hidden in the dark, making it difficult to see clearly.

Her hair fluttered, brushing against her cheeks.

Ye Zichen looked at his phone, but there was still no message from that person.

Su Muying felt that she should give Ann Xianyang a call.

"Hello." Ann Xianyang's voice was low and heavy