C170 Depression

Bai Qimo was really afraid that Hsiao Liang would say something. After all, she knew Hsiao Liang's mouth too well. When she spoke, she really did not open the door. "Sigh, I haven't had my sweet porridge yet. I don't want to leave!" Hsiao Liang protested.

"Come and drink again next time. Sikong, send Hsiao Liang home!" Bai Qimo pushed Hsiao Liang into the car and urged Si Kong to drive quickly