draped in a loose suit. He could only see the side of Lin Jinran's pale face from his angle, with wet hair falling onto his shoulders, soaking a patch of the suit.Fu Mo's cold eyes, passed over Lin J...rally popped into my head. 。The ringtone rang, Ji Yun Ting didn't remember how he answered, only that the caller was Gu Yu Xi, inviting him out for a chat. 。It was still the coffee shop where they had...