C82 Pheasant

Halfway through, Guo Zhenyu suddenly stopped. He stood there in a daze as if he lost his soul.

"What does Sister Xianrou have to do with me? What do I care? What does it have to do with me whether she has a boyfriend or not?" Guo Zhenyu had mixed feelings. For some reason, he subconsciously released a few mosquito-shaped surveillance aircraft and threw them into Qian Xianrou's bag