C124 Meet at the Teahouse

As if to prove her guess, Xia Qian opened the red door as soon as she thought of it. Ten centimeters high heels, a short skirt that was exposed to her thighs, and thick and warm makeup. Who could it be if it was not Xia Zixi?

Ever since the last incident, Xia Qian was afraid of Xia Zixi. Seeing Xia Zixi get out of the car, she did not think about it and wanted to close the window