C332 Cold War

As soon as Chen Zimu's foot moved, Fu Sihan's gaze shifted over, as if Chen Zimu had touched everything in his possession.

The bench Yan Wanwan was sitting on was not suitable for other men to move!

Yan Wanwan bit her lips and finally turned off the phone's lock screen. She looked at Fu Sihan.

"What business do you have here?" Her tone was calm and indifferent like water