C2888 Not a Woman

Staring at the mottled blue paint door of the house, Ye Shuimo's heart pounded rapidly. The uneasy feeling in her heart grew stronger. She could only constantly mutter, "It's fine."

A drop of rain suddenly hit the glass, and a cold wind blew. She touched the goosebumps on her arms, slightly preoccupied with the matter of Fujiang Hotel. Would he be there?

At the Fujiang Hotel