C1792 As a Host!

Si Shaoqing was wearing a white down jacket, and his white fox fur was fluttering in the cold wind. There was a faint smile on his handsome face, and he looked like a hooligan.

His voice was still as pleasant as a clear spring, "Hey, Mrs. Chu, what a coincidence."

Su Ningning silently rolled her eyes. What a coincidence! When had she met him before?

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