C118 Pressure Zheng Bing

Ten minutes later, Qiao Qianchu gradually calmed down. When he looked up, he saw Mu Nanyan still holding the paper blankly, waving her hand tiredly.

"I want to rest. Go and busy yourself first." She lay down.

"Qianqian, you know I can explain …"

"I'm really tired." Qiao Qianchu interrupted him. She didn't even dare to cry. In the end, she was still alive, her hands and feet tied