C80 The Phone Call from Shen Shaoye

She walked out, and Hee Weilin chased after her.

He held the bouquet of funny and sad morning petals in his hand. At this moment, the petals had lost their moisture and were slowly withering into dark roses.

It was like his face. Although it was not repulsive, it was not beautiful.

Hee Weilin followed closely behind her. Zhao Siluo was not annoyed