C1141 Psychiatry

"Then go when you're in a better mood. . . "

Listening to the commotion in the room, Qiao Wanwan immediately withdrew her body and ran towards the guest room.

The street lights in the corridor hit her pale face. It was ghastly and venomous.

Unexpectedly, a cleaning maid happened to pass by when she was halfway there.

"Miss Qiao, it's already so late