Jing Hanchuan pinched a strawberry and put it in his mouth. It tasted extremely sour. He narrowed his eyes and looked at his phone, frowning.
Little White Dragon in the Waves: [Third Fu, you still have time to chat with us? Aren't you going to accompany Little Sister-in-Law?]
Fu Chen: [She's taking a shower and doesn't want me to accompany her.]
Not letting him accompany her?
Jing Hanchuan coughed twice. How shameless. How old is Song Fengwan?
He can really eat. His teeth are really good.
He's not ashamed of eating young grass at all.
But on careful thought, Fu Chen is a black-hearted and devious person. How can you talk about having a conscience with him?
"Hanchuan, stop eating. Otherwise, you won't be able to eat later." A woman with an excellent temperament walked over.
"Okay." Jing Hanchuan nodded. These strawberries were too unpalatable. It was fine not to eat them.
