C1120 Can You Hear Me
After changing his clothes, Qi Yue answered with a "hmm" and vaguely made a promise before hanging up.
"Hey, seven." Every morning, he would come to help Fu Siyan do the modeling. Unknowingly, Yuan Fann had already become familiar with Qi Yue, "Should I spray a hair gel for you to make the modeling?"
Qi Yue was wearing a T-shirt and jeans
