C438 The Angry Young Master Long

[Whispering. . . Whispering] [Slurp. . . Slurp. . . ]

. . . "" Si Ran's hand that was holding the glass cup trembled slightly and her temples also twitched. The small house was filled with the smell of junk food. In addition to the annoying voice, Si Ran really wanted to throw the glass of water in her hand onto the refined face of eating a bucket of noodles while staring at the computer