C219 Opening of the National Art Congress

Hearing the doorbell, Milan laughed, "Seems like I have slightly underestimated Lei Feng's shamelessness. Not bad, not bad, not bad at all. Haha, it's not a waste of me coming here to talk to you. "

Song Qingruo frowned and looked at Milan, "You called him over? You didn't get together, did you? "

"Of course not, I won't screw you no matter who I screw." I really didn't call him