C359 The Concern of White Rain Tower

The White Rain Tower lowered its head and gently rubbed its hands. Its eyes flashed with the pain of a conflict.

Zhuo Qingyan was not in a hurry. She stood up and walked around the room, and when she came back, there was a small stove in her hand. There was a pot of tea warming on top of the stove, and she picked up two cups from the table.

The White Rain Tower was truly conflicted