C862 When Things Go Wrong There's Something Wrong
Pushing open the door of the study, she immediately saw a shadow in front of the desk.
There was a white light in the room, and it was quiet and lifeless. In the middle of the wide room, there was a large desk.
Zong Qifeng liked to practice writing with ink and paper.
At this moment, the person who often bowed and wrote on the table with a brush was no longer there