C69 Bro i'il help you win it back
Qing Yuan, at the end of an antique street in Dongyue Temple, was a classical, elegant courtyard. It was currently eight in the morning and there were very few guests in Qing Yuan's room. Even if there were a few of them, they would be bystanders, and very few of them would actually come to shop.
The moment he stepped into Qing Yuan, the fragrance of tea assaulted his nose.
"Brother Ye