C82 Tiantian

The corner of Gong Lingqian's mouth curled up slightly as he looked at An Xingchen, and affectionately pinched the tip of his nose: "You'll know tomorrow."

Gong Lingqian was unwilling to say, but there was nothing An Xingchen could do about it. He could only restrain his curiosity.

A good night of sleep had passed. On the morning of the second day, when An Xingchen just opened her sleepy eyes