C100 Pomerine

After a fierce struggle, He Linqing still picked up the phone. It was still Li Shan's pleasant voice on the other end of the phone, "Dead Lin Qing, isn't today the weekend? Why aren't you back yet? "Where are you loitering?"

Hearing this familiar voice, He Lin Qing felt as if nothing had happened that afternoon. Everything was just an illusion. It was just a dream, a bad dream