C117 Terrible Truth

In the other resting room, Xiang Chengao, who wore a white tuxedo, was infuriating. It had delicate facial features, 365 degrees without a blind spot, and a slender body that exuded an indescribable elegance and domineering aura.

He was going to marry the girl he loved soon. He, who should be very happy, was currently frowning. His sharp eyes were staring at the computer in front of him