C180 Flower giver

Zhao Yelin stood outside the door like a clothes rack. She stubbornly thought Huo Yelin would let her in, but as it turned out, she was wrong. Huo Yelin had no intention of letting her in.

The two people in the room had been talking. Their voices were sometimes loud, sometimes soft. Their conversation was unclear, and they had a lot of trivial work to do