C68 I Won't be Responsible for Your Abortion

Qin Ran was looking at little Loli's new dress. Before she could say anything, her phone rang.

It was Mu Qingyu.

Qin Ran pressed one hand on the little bun's furry head and her other hand casually picked up, "Is something the matter?"

When Mu Qingyu heard these two words, he frowned slightly.

It was clearly midsummer, but he had lived through the winter in her voice.

"Mr Qingyu