C247 Traces

Que looked up at him, indifferent, and did not respond.

Mo Feige shut his mouth.

"Natasha, what?" He had a curious look on his face during the weekend.

Soong Yunran's hand holding the spoon paused, but surprisingly did not raise her head. Instead, she quietly stuffed a mouthful of rice into her mouth.

Mo Feige did not know what she was trying to avoid, but he did not dare to speak again