Shen Yian Song Lin

Just as the atmosphere was about to ignite, Shen Yinan's phone rang. She jolted awake as if from a dream, whacking Song Lin on the forehead with a thud and standing up abruptly.,Suddenly, Song Lin's grip tightened abruptly. The next second, her forehead ached and burned.,Looking at Song Lin leaving, Shen Yi'an reached out and said: "Mr. Song, your egg."。