C43 The Murderer Surfaced

The woman unceremoniously walked into the ancient tea shop, after looking around the shop's furnishings, she unreservedly said the words of praise, "I didn't expect that this place was still so neat and tidy." She stretched out her slender white finger and caressed the slightly scratched table, "There's not even a speck of dust on the table."

"Chen Jiao, I know it's you. Stop acting