C376 Bet

"Clang!" Han Yiling was listening intently at the door. She ignored the movement of leaning forward and the arrogant voice on the bed stopped abruptly. Fong Weier held the phone tightly in her hand and stared straight at Han Yiling at the door. It was not obvious that she was a little flustered.

"Fong Weier, you..." Originally there was some guilt of peeping on her privacy