C244 3 Son

In the second month of their marriage, Qiao Sheng sat on the sofa in boredom, fiddling with the exquisite lock in his hand. Lou Yan had gotten it.

The exquisite lock was crystal clear and had nine loops. It looked a little like a nine-chain lock, so it was just right to kill time.

Ever since Qiao Sheng quit his job in the system department