C95 You Touch It(2)

"Halt!"

After a few steps, a familiar yet somewhat angry voice stopped him.

Song Mingyue turned around and saw that Qing Xuan was holding a book in his hand. He had just descended from the second floor. Today, he was wearing a blue robe, and his black hair was tied up with a blue ribbon. Of course, if one could ignore the angry look on his face, it could indeed be called that.

"Heh