C33 We're Not Divorced yet

I kick my slippers to open the door. I just ordered a takeout. It should be take-out. I open the door.

The people that stood outside the door recklessly emitted cold air.

It was Ling Mofann.

The man in front of her wore a velvet suit with a long windbreaker above his knees. He looked like a western noble gentleman, with a straight nose, and a deep and perfect line between his thin lips