C422 State Fermentation

Han An Xin stared at the picture on her phone. Although it was blurry, Qin XuanAo's white teeth weren't stained at all. He looked so happy, yet he said he was in a rush to get out. This was probably what he was worried about, right? Han An's fingers, which were pinching her phone, turned white as she tried her best to calm herself down. Don't be angry. She has no right to be angry