C218 The Good Song Is the Young Master of the Night's Hag

Country C.

Bao Muchuan stood by the window. His back was tall but not burly. Bao Zien, who was facing the window with her cellphone in one hand, and Bao Zien, who was on the other side of the ocean, was watching a video.

Hearing Enen's childish voice that said she missed him, a warm feeling seeped into her heart and organs. "I also miss Enen."

"Cough cough!" Lei Ziang