C331 The tricuspid tracer's trail

At the dining table sat a man and six women. The atmosphere was a little weird …

Chen Fan coughed dryly, and spoke to the rest: "Why are you not saying anything? "Look at how none of you are speaking, this atmosphere is a little awkward …"

Zhou Qian sat in front of Chen Fan, quietly extended her jade foot and rubbed it on Chen Fan's thigh