C48 The Yellow-hair's Resentment

"They're gone. Come and have a seat. We'll go out later..."

Zhou Qing waved at him and asked Zhao Erzhu to go to the sofa to rest.

Mr. Liuzi had just left. Maybe they would stop people at the intersection. Zhou Qing did not want to hurt him. She would feel uneasy for the rest of her life.

Looking at Zhou Qing, who was drenched in sweat, and looking at the white meat that was faintly visible