Xin Rong nodded and threw the bag to Simon. "Xiao-Yan-Zi, keep up!"
"What Xiao-Yan-Zi?" Simon was stunned and ran over to protest. If you don't like to call me by my Chinese name, you can call me Simon."
"That's so strange." Xin Rong's eyes darted around and she threw him a flirtatious look. She leaned closer and said in a seductive voice, " what's our relationship? The others are called Simon, and I'm also called Simon. It doesn't show anything special about me. Why don't you let me call you second fire?"
"..."
Xin Rong sat up a little and looked at him with a meaningful smile.
Simon was enraged by her smile and pounced on her like a Wolf.
She had just pulled the clothes off when someone suddenly knocked on the door.
Simon was stunned and turned his head to look.
