C561 Roasted Sweet Potato

The watch was soon wrapped up, and Yunxi looked at it and thought it was good.

The surface of the mirror was light gray, which matched Yeh Ziyu's temperament of an iceberg.

"Miss Yun, why do you... seem to be a little unhappy?"

Ye Xuan, who was standing at the side, could tell that Yun Qingxi was not in the mood.

"What do you think?" Yun Qingxi was not in a good mood