C508 The Agreement

Xiang Ruqian came to Wang Feng's side and gently picked up the teacup and poured it for him.

"It's me!" Xiang Ruqian asked with a tender smile on her face. "Are you surprised?"

Wang Feng's throat choked. When Xiang Ruqian was pouring the water, her chest was faintly visible in front of Wang Feng.

Wang Feng was not kind, nor was he a monk. Facing such a top-grade woman like Xiang Ruqian