the microphone rolled to song fengwan's feet. she bent down to pick it up and walked straight towards her.
song fengwan?
how could it be her?
the woman's legs seemed to be wrapped in some kind of mud, making it difficult for her to move an inch. her head was in a daze. seeing her approach, at that moment, her body instinctively shrank and retreated. however, she stepped on the hem of her skirt, lost her center of gravity, and almost fell!
someone grabbed her wrist.
song fengwan.
her palm was warm, but it was as if there was a fire wrapped around her wrist. it was so hot that her heart trembled. she subconsciously wanted to shake off her hand, but she was guilty and didn't have much strength, so she didn't manage to shake it off.
"you don't want to thank me for helping you?" song fengwan's voice was filled with laughter.
however, her eyes were languid and slightly squinted, like a cunning fox.
they had the most exquisite mind and the sharpest claws.
