Hearing Cheng Donglin's words, sang Xia raised her eyebrows slightly.
Do you want tickets to the upcoming concert?
She was holding a cup of honey water to soothe her throat and sipped it lightly. She leaned against the railing on the second floor and looked down at the scene below. Her eyes flickered slightly.
There was a playful smile.
she wanted to see how cheng donglin would stand behind rong zhan and ask for votes.
After Rong Zhan entered the room, he sat down on the sofa and leaned against it. He folded his legs and placed them on the table opposite him. His suit was wide open and he had one arm on the sofa. He looked lazy and impatient.
Yes, he was indeed impatient.
