In the blink of an eye, it was almost the end of the year, and the New Year's atmosphere on the streets was getting stronger and stronger.
It was the coldest time of the year, so it was normal for a friend to treat you to hotpot.
But that night, Feng bujue, who was invited by Xiao Tan to one of the private rooms in a certain restaurant, felt something strange ...
Gu du Gu du
There were three people sitting in the private room, but no one spoke ... Only the sound of the boiling soup could be heard.
"Looks like ... I'll have to speak first ..." In the end, it was Feng bujue who broke the silence.
"Why are you so serious?" Bao Qing turned to look at him and asked,"you didn't bring any money?"
"You guys don't have to act anymore." Feng bujue's tone was still serious."I could tell the moment I walked in ... This is a trap."
