C307 Feast

A gust of cold wind blew past, causing Xie Qingrong to shake her shoulders slightly. She immediately put the white cloak on Xie Qingrong.

"Let's go." Holding Xie Qingrong's hand, they walked towards the stage of the Wine Day's banquet.

Xuanyuan Changge had disturbed Xie Qingrong's rest just now