C72 That Was Her Ghost

Qingyao's frown deepened. Unfortunately, it was already too late. However, there were still quite a number of students coming out to eat supper. The snack street outside the back door was very lively. If this little demon came in secret, Qingyao could directly go forward and take care of her. It was a pity that in front of everyone's eyes, Qingyao's sense of justice was bursting