You Are My Little Love Song (124)

At this moment, Qin Siting was sitting on the reclining chair. Shi Niange poked her head over. There was a large towel on her shoulder that she had just pulled down.

She glanced at his screen. On it was a message from Li Nanheng. There was no actual content. It was actually a string of address and a map.

Just as she saw it, he received another message: "The young lady who answered the call earlier is your woman? You have a woman?"

Qin Siting snorted and typed steadily with one hand. Then he put down his phone and turned to see Shi Niange looking at him with wide eyes.

His woman, this word was a little stimulating.