C236 A Debt of Gratitude as Heavy as a Mountain

"Auntie, the coffee is cold. I've changed a cup for you." Meng Jingya smiled as she took the cup of coffee from Qi Angzhi's hand and handed over the steaming cup.

Aroma and fog swirled between the two of them. Qi Angzhi looked at Meng Jingya, who was very pretty. She was a fashionable girl, and her slightly curled face naturally fell on her shoulders. Her face was meticulously decorated