C43 Journalists' Meeting

Moreover, the interest in his eyes seemed to have something to do with him.

Nie Qiuhuan immediately felt a chill down her spine, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

At this moment, the noisy guest room suddenly quietened down.

A slender figure slowly walked into their line of sight.

Rong Shuo was wearing a blue t-shirt. The blue was light, but not thick