Li Yancheng did not immediately understand what Li Shaoting meant. He frowned and pondered for a long time before asking hesitantly, "What are you referring to?"
"Jian An'an." Li Shaoting's expression remained unchanged, though the pad of one thumb gently stroked the silver ring on his ring finger. His voice was neither cold nor warm, yet detached enough to send a chill down one's spine.
Li Yancheng was somewhat surprised as well. "Why did you suddenly come around?"
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