C1481

Nian Er lived in Yun Sheng's residence. Yun Sheng did not come back.

Nian Er's phone was always in a quiet state. Tong Xin would call her, but if she didn't answer, she would just read. Fiction or magazines, in short, as long as it was a book.

When he heard the door opening, Nian Er was curled up on the sofa, with a thin blanket covering his body.

Hearing the sound of the door opening