C243 Hongmen Banquet

In the room, Lu Qingyun looked at herself in the mirror with an unsettled expression.

Tang Luo's gift was a dress.

The neck of the V-collar was as beautiful as a swan. The cut on the waist made it look like she was holding onto her waist. The length that reached her knees was conservative but not rigid. The black fabric glowed under the light and no matter how one looked at it