C69

Qing Mei's body moved. Zhang Jing froze on the spot.

"You …" Before Zhang Jing could finish his sentence, Qingmei had pointed at his mute acupoint.

Outside the door.

Although Ah Xiang couldn't understand what Zhang Jing and Shui Qingyan were writing, but from the occasional sound, he could guess that Zhang Jing was quite angry.

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