"Xiaoxin." Xie Jingchuan's eyes fell on her, especially gentle.
Smell speech, small Xin heart a tight, come forward again and again.
Xie Jingchuan naturally took the red wine glass and handed it to Shen Qingwan: "Please."
I don't think Shen Qingwan is only stunned. When everyone thought she was almost suspicious, Shen Qingwan...