C53 Fake

Dozens of pairs of eyes looked over curiously. This time, Zhang Qimo, who was sitting at the side, was a little shy and embarrassed.

Lin Yin's expression was as usual, turning a blind eye. He held the fragrant tea in his right hand and took a sip.

"It's not a joke, is it? Him?" A rich kid looked at Lin Yin with suspicion. "He is wearing all kinds of street goods