C473 Chen Yuan Design
Chen Yun looked at the cellphone on the bar counter. Waves of vibrations caused the wine in her glass to ripple.
Philippe pointed at the phone and said, "This is your fish?"
Chen Yun smiled and said nothing.
"Hey, beauty, what's the point of staring at the phone by yourself? Why don't you dance with me?" Someone beside him suddenly spoke. His voice was hoarse and sharp, just like Zeng Zhiwei's