C2993 The Thing Was Not There

Xu Hai looked up and saw Jiaang Zhaomu, who had calmly closed the door. He was wearing a black fur coat, and he was breathing in cold air. He was holding a nice box in his hand.

His temperament gave people a cold feeling. He took off the black leather gloves in his hand. He threw it onto the sofa and sat down at the tea table. He carefully took the things in his hand and said