C234 Worship
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Soong Qingyan stood behind the door and gently stroked the broken hair on her forehead, afraid that Nie Hengzheng would see her unbearable appearance.
The man who was prepared to welcome them outside the door heard a knock on the door unexpectedly.
"Qingyan, are you up?"
The same familiar voice came from different men. Although she was disappointed