C217 I Won't Miss a Single One of Them

Half an hour had passed since Nie Qiuhuan came out.

The size of the formal attire matched her size, so there was no discomfort when she wore it.

As soon as she came out of the room, she saw Rong Yun lying on the sofa. There was a plaything in his hand, and he was wiping it with a tissue.

It was a shiny black gun.

Nie Qiuhuan instinctively froze her steps.

"Young Master Yun