C42 Just What Kind of Ill Fate Was This
(42) What kind of fate is it?
When the car got back to the city, it was already noon. Mu Shaoqi drove the car directly to the restaurant.
Faintly, she felt someone tying up her coat and tucking her drooping hair behind her ears.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Mu Shaoqi's enlarged face. She couldn't help but be on guard: "What are you doing?"
The moment he opened his mouth