C82 Cocktail

Jian Fan felt a wave of grievance in his heart. It was so depressing that it was hard to bear.

She didn't know what she was angry about, but seeing his hypocritical appearance made her feel uncomfortable everywhere.

The lemon tea in her mouth had become so bitter that she wanted to vomit.

Seeing Jian Fan raise his eyebrows, Pan Wenfang patted her and asked with concern, "Xiaofan