C130 Qing ben wu xin

Yun Ruoleng weakly glanced at the clothes on the table and nodded: "Open them for me to see."

An Xiang also wanted to make Yun Ruoleng happy a little, but unfortunately, it didn't reach the desired result. Yun Ruoleng glanced at it, then waved his hand: "Very good, send it back."

"Miss …" An Xiang's smile froze on his face, he looked at Yun Ruoleng who was still sprawled out on the window