C97 About feng qing

Before she could finish speaking, she was pulled apart by someone. Siqi slowly changed her shoes and slowly raised her head to look at her.

Siqi sat on the sofa in the living room, while Feng Qing stood ten steps away from her, her arms twisted in front of her chest.

"Did you bring my puppet back?" Siqi ignored Feng Qing, and left him to the side to handle him coldly.

"I brought it back