C55 Rakasha Hall

This meal of Zhao He's was truly unpleasant.

The word 'eating' lingered in her mind for some reason …

Chu Huai Nan held his face and looked at Zhao He, but he did not even move his chopsticks. His gaze was sometimes displeased, sometimes joyful, and it was very complicated.

Mo Chi coughed dryly. It was really too obvious.

Jun Le didn't care about the surging waves of the dinner