"He, hum." Zi Yan snorted softly, remembering what Zhang Han said at the beginning, the dog bit him, he didn't bite back, and stewed the dog directly.

Thinking about it, there was a smile in Zi Yan's beautiful eyes, this feeling of being depended on is really good.

On the other side, Zhang Han was sitting by the window. After hanging up the phone, his expression became silent, and his eyes were raised with indifference.