C42 I Don't like Brother Yi Chen

Grandpa Duan's deep voice sounded through the living room. "Yes."

Duan Yi Chen led Gu Wan An over. The latter was surprisingly nervous, her hands itching to turn into a fried dough twist as she followed behind the man with her head lowered. Her expression was tense, as if she was on the execution ground.

Sensing her peculiar mood, the man at the corner suddenly stopped walking