C560 despair

"Miss Zheng, this is the place."

Bamboo pointed to a small door that only one person could pass through, and lightly said.

Zheng Jiajia stared at the corner of the gate, and anger rose.

Jiaomen were small, but for guests to walk on, the quality of the doors and panels would usually not be too bad. Sometimes, there would even be a small hanging flower gate with a small shadow wall outside