Xu Qinghuan Fu Huai

The porridge was finally ready. Xu Qinghuan poured two bowls and walked out, only to find Fu Yan時 wasn't there!,He could allow for happy reunions, yet in his words there seemed to be a hint of indulgence and helplessness...,After Fu Yan finished her meal, she gracefully wiped her thin lips. She was still frowning, thinking about it, and there was still half a bowl of porridge left.。