Lin Ziyue shook his head. Don't let your thoughts run wild, Lin Ziyue.
When she finally calmed herself down, Lin Ziyue looked up at the unfamiliar roads on both sides of the road. She was puzzled. Where was she going?
"Lei Jin, where are we going now? This doesn't seem to be the venue for the press conference."
The Lei Jin in the driver's seat could not help but admire Lin Ziyue fish's memory. He had clearly told her before he left that he was going to change his clothes. How could he forget about it now?
Lei Jin looked at Lin Ziyue grumpily and said speechlessly to Lin Ziyue," Lin Ziyue, I think you're probably a fish's memory. It's only seven seconds. We' re going to buy clothes now, and then I'll take you to make up. Look at your makeup. It's really ugly."
Hearing Lei Jin's words,
