C42 Anonymous Text Message

Zhou Si suddenly stopped cutting sausages. He suddenly put down the knife and fork in his hand. He elegantly picked up the napkin and pursed his lips. Then he looked at Soong Yumeng with a playful expression. After a long while, he laughed and said, "You hope it's me." It was not a question, but a confirmation.

Soong Yumeng was flustered by his sharp gaze. In a panic