C177 Son of a B Tch

"Brother. . . Liu, is that you?"

Qiao Yihuan carried a small bag of strawberry candy out of the Xuanhe Dessert shop. Not long after, he was stopped by a trembling voice behind him. The voice was a little tender, and Qiao Yihuan did not want to bother with it. After all, he felt that it was impossible for it to be called him.

In the next second, his sleeve was carefully pulled