C59 We Are the Same Kind of People

I was wary of him, but there was a faint smile on my face, and when I asked her to sit down, I poured her a glass of water and rubbed my hands, ready to talk to her.

Although Xia Jing received the water that I handed over, her eyes and attention were all focused on the "sandbag" that I had yet to sew on the table.

"Student, this is?" She looked at me doubtfully with a very surprised expression