C158 He Slept with the Little Bun

When Shen Qingqing came out of the bathroom, Leng Shaoheng had already sat on the sofa and looked at the report that she had sent over. His body was emitting a coldness that was difficult to approach, as if he would be frostbitten by the cold light emitted from his body if he was closer to him.

Shen Qingqing stopped two meters away from him and did not move. She asked tentatively