C155 Hotpot hongmen banquet

"Yes, we are here." Song Chengye stepped forward, pulled Jian Fan out of Ling Chen's grasp, and whispered into his ear.

Hearing that, Ling Chen's expression became better, but when he saw Yan Shaotian holding onto Jian Fan's waist warmly and flirting with her, he once again returned to the beginning of the torrential storm.

"Be patient. Eat a peace of mind pill