C266 hand tearing old white lotus

Xia Sunian's voice traveled across the crowd and faintly reached Pei Qingheng and Lin Sitong's ear. A layer of faint ridicule surfaced in Pei Qingheng's amber eyes.

After answering a few questions that were not too painful but not too itchy, Pei Qingheng embraced Lin Sitong and wore a faint smile on his face, "It's getting late, if you don't go home