C97 Pressure from the Old House

"Huh? Hiding from me?" Zhou Zhengqi's eyes were on Xuan Tian the whole time. He did not seem to care about the bowl of medicine at all. In other words, he did not intend to drink it from the beginning.

Xuan Tian pursed her lips and missed a beat in her heart. Actually, she also knew very well that Zhou Zhengqi's position was far above hers