C66 Who Are You Talking to on the Phone

Fenng Yuchu did not object this time, and casually raised his hand to him.

"I'll give it to you. If you want to hold my hand, then hold it."

Fenng Muxi was flattered. He quickly raised his hand and held the hand in front of him. The joints were clear, and his long fingers showed that the owner of the hand had been a writer for many years.

Seeing someone smile like a big golden retriever