C280 Heart Pounding 37

Since then, a chasm between Yu Lechu and Jing Sheng seemed to have formed, one that could not be bridged for no reason.

At this moment, Jing Sheng was sitting at the table, modifying his paper. Warm lights were shining on his body, Jing Sheng lowered his eyes and looked at his paper. From time to time, he would glance at Yu Lechu, who was sitting on the sofa like a mummy