chapter 380 Come on, keep calling people!

Is the melon ripe?

Hearing what the woman in the Lindsay said, everyone in the field looked at her.

When they saw the woman in the Lindsay, everyone on the overpass was stunned.

What a beautiful woman!

The woman was wearing a plain Lindsay, clean and elegant. Her long black hair fell behind her shoulders like a waterfall. Her slender, white jade fingers were tapping a watermelon gently, with a smile on her face.

The people on the overpass were not...