C1017 Complaint
"Madam, it's not Ange, I'm looking for you myself."
Wang Qianqian stood in the middle of the living room and stared at the floor with her head lowered. Her fingers were tightly holding onto the edge of her skirt as they continuously entangled around her.
Her teeth tightly bit her lips. Because she used too much strength, her lips seemed to be somewhat white
