C673 Some Kind of Musical Instrument

Lo Chuan cast a glance at Zuo Wanjin, puzzled by his sudden reference to the matter. "Suit yourself," Lo Chuan remarked.

Zuo Wanjin stepped away from the counter, his mind set on purchasing the ice cream he had earlier taken note of. The anticipation for Origin Mall's new offerings was palpable.

Qing Yin made her way into Origin Mall, her veil now removed