Hearing Huo Beichen's voice, Lin Shiyu knitted her beautiful brows and spat out three words. "I'm not going."
I'm not going…
Since the speaker on the phone was switched on, these three words were transmitted to Fu Qinglun's ears loudly and clearly.
His deep eyes turned dangerous.
Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter. Huo Beichen was laughing and he looked at Fu Qinglun with amusement.
Brother Qinglun was really pitiful. He couldn't deal with Beauty Lin three years ago and still couldn't deal with her now.
Fu Qinglun lifted his legs to kick Huo Beichen again.
