C1112 Nobody's Gonna Make It past 19
Ye Qixuan faced Ye Siqin's question and only gave her a cold glance.
Facing the discussion of the guests in the banquet hall, Ye Qixuan did not give an explanation at the first possible moment.
Suddenly, the gem on Lin Xuemo's wrist emitted a gentle white light. The white light was not dazzling, but it was that faint light, as if it could shine into one's heart