C2041

After Chu Zhao sent Yan Qingyi home, he didn't immediately drive away but instead went to sit at her house for a while.

The bruise on her forehead was still very clear, as if she was sprinkling cinnabar on top of a pile of flour. It was too obvious.

Yan Qingyi just stood there in front of him, not daring to sit down. She just stood there obediently, like a statue.

"Come here