C382 Give Me My Apron

Hee Beihuan had always been good at regulating the atmosphere. Jiang Zhiyu's heart gradually relaxed after he chatted with her for a while.

Hee Beihuan didn't have any intention of leaving after collecting his stuff, so he continued to look around. Her eyes fell on her open notebook, and her interest was piqued.

He moved over and drew a few lines with the mouse