C57 The Shameless Fan Xing

It's the peak hour.

Wen Yiyan walked out of Christen's dessert shop with a pink bowtie in his hand. He looked like a noble and exquisite cake box.

His face was pale, and his eyes were cold.

The car was parked not too far away. It would take about five or six minutes to get there. On the way, he met a little girl about three or four years old. Her face was white and tender