C42 Hong Luo

While Jiang Wuyue and Qing Ling were talking about the girls, Lin Qingqian, Qinn, and Tao were still waiting on the stone bench in the front yard.

No one had come to arrange for them. The weather had changed again tonight and the wind was blowing. The clothes of the three of them were a little thin. They could only tremble and squeeze into a pile.

After waiting for a long time just now