C96 Take Me Home

Qiao Zhengrong turned his head to look at the source of the sound. He was shaking the dark yellow tea in his hand. His angular face was filled with extreme coldness under the light.

Gu Chi, who had arrived late, saw this kind of inharmonious scene.

"Chi, come here."

The magnetic voice sounded deep and strong.

Gu Chi looked at the clean round table