C809 When will the Funeral be

As she spoke, the hot air sprayed onto her face, tickling it.

At that moment, Jing Yuxin's heart was pounding like thunder, and her palms were sweating nervously.

She bit her lower lip, not knowing how to respond.

Zuo Liu thought she didn't want to talk for a long time.

It was better not to be impatient, especially with the current situation.

With a wry smile, he retreated a distance away