Their faces were almost touching. He Hanchuan frowned and clasped Xiang Wan's waist, pulling her back slightly, "Thinking too much.",A-Wan noticed his odd expression and sat beside him, asking, "Did your mom call","How can He Zong even be jealous of a woman" Meng Lan leaned against the wall, reaching for a cigarette but finding none. She couldn't help but curse under her breath.。