C1108 I'm Not Picky with Food

In the reception room, when the door was pushed open, it was quiet, and the winter afternoon sun was particularly warm, reflecting half the light in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The little girl was quietly lying on the sofa, covered in her down jacket. Probably because it was cold, she shrank into a small ball.

This was what Han Qing saw when he went in