C361 Yan Wu Tong Wen

Chen Lang slept too deeply this time. When he woke up, it was already 8 AM the next morning. The first thing he did after he returned to his senses was pick up his phone. There was indeed a missed call on the screen. The person who called was Qiqi, who was naturally very fond of him. It was now eight in the morning on his side, and dawn was in Paris. Chen Lang had to bear with it for a while