Early autumn, night falls quickly, and by the time Zhou Huaiyi finally finished a scene, the sky had been shrouded in a layer of grayish-blue.
She squeezed her sore neck, walked over to Yang Li, and took the water cup from his hand, taking a big gulp.
"Qi Chen, do you have a girlfriend?" Yang Li suddenly asked.
Zhou Huaiyi abruptly put down the cup she had brought to her lips, the first thought in her mind was—
Xiang Qichen has a girlfriend!
The person she likes has a girlfriend, Zhou Huaiyi couldn't keep her cool anymore, and she opened her mouth to ask, "What! He has a girlfriend? Who? Who is it?"
"You don't know your own girlfriend?" Yang Li twitched the corner of his eye, turned on his phone, and held it up in front of Zhou Huaiyi.
She looked carefully and saw the big letters "Zhou Huaiyi" displayed on the screen.
