C594 The Perfect Spokesperson

At night, Huo Qingyun was leaning against the sofa, her hair disheveled and her face dirty. Her eyes were cloudy.

In the afternoon, Qin Huai had already moved out. The hotel staff came to collect the rent. Huo Qingyun looked at her empty wallet and suddenly felt that it was very funny.

What was this?

A dignified young lady of the Huo family