C211 Withering Rain

Feng Beishui finished tying up her hair and stood at the door. Looking at the people who were eating happily in the house, she grumbled unhappily: "It's clearly a restaurant, and there isn't even a signboard. The door is still closed, if it weren't for my good nose, I really wouldn't have found it."

After entering the restaurant, she found a table and sat down