C92 I'll Write You into My Novel

It's the same city, also looking at the city with red lights and green, paper and gold addicts. At this time, Ling Feng had just returned to the apartment she rented with Bisha.

"You're back?" Bisha, who was wearing lace pajamas, walked out of the room with concern. She said as she walked.

"Yes, that's right. Business there is very good today. There are too many people and it is very noisy