C202 Funeral

Qiao Xiaoxiao went downstairs, puzzled. In the living room downstairs, she saw two men. One was middle-aged, slightly plump, and the other was younger. They were both dressed in black.

"Madam. "

The middle-aged man greeted Qiao Xiaoxiao respectfully when he saw her walking downstairs.

"It's you?"

Qiao Xiaoxiao looked at the middle-aged man and suddenly realized that she knew this person