When Xu Dong’s figure disappeared, Shen Che sat down next to Song Qingcheng and held back all the way. Now he can finally ask, "What’s going on?"
"What’s going on?" Song Qingcheng threw away the iodine cotton swab and pulled the sleeves. Seeing her heartless virtue, Shen Che was inexplicably anxious. "Why do you think he knows your last name is Song?"