C1893 He will Not Change His Mind

Qin Huainian put his palms back into his pants pocket.

Zhuang Qintong's hand which was on his sleeve was also flung away by the movement.

Hao Yan pursed her lips.

Qin Huainian's voice was dark and hoarse, "It's very cold outside. Hao Yan, you can go back now!"

Hao Yan's eyes looked misty and hazy, "Qin Huainian