C173 Curtain reopened

The door was shut tight. Zhao Yilin didn't know whether it was the air-conditioning or the atmosphere, but she felt cold and gripped her hands tightly in her lap.

Bao Yanyun remained silent. Zhang Youzhen didn't force her, but turned to look at Mr. Yuan.

The latter held the teacup in one hand and gently moved it to wipe away the steam.

"That was 15 years ago. At that time