C186 Omen of Cold

Tang Lingxi had changed her clothes, but she still hadn't received a call from Jiang Meili. If she had known earlier, she would have asked for the address to interview her.

With this delay, it was already afternoon. Tang Lingxi didn't have much appetite for lunch. Little Peach had heated up her congee, so Tang Lingxi only drank a little bit before sending her away.

"Help me watch over it