C152 I Miss Little Six

Zhan Yeling was really a Haqis. He could even tear the zipper off of her thick jacket, and the cotton inside ran out.

Xiong Miao was wearing tattered clothes as she opened the door.

She saw a man in his fifties walking towards her. He was dressed in a neat Zhongshan suit and had a distant smile on his face.

"Miss Xiong, this is your supper