C88

After Zhao He left the room, he didn't rush to follow Qing Feng to make clothes. She waved her hands, indicating that she still had things to do.

Qing Feng looked at the person in front of her. This was the first time she seriously sized up Zhao He since she first met him.

The body of the little girl in front of him weakened, and her pair of eyes revealed a firm and cold expression … Forget it