Shen Ning Ran Bao Ji

Guan Xinyue's words carried a veiled meaning. Making an appointment to go to a hotel with someone late at night and not answering phone calls, what could she possibly be busy with,"Shen Ningran, how is that possible" Shen Jiaoxue narrowed her eyes. "You're not in a coma",Shen Ning raised her eyebrows playfully and said, "Don't cry, ah. This face was born that way anyway, and crying won't make it any prettier."。