C432 Fumigation

However, his disgust towards Ann Qianxi caused him to stop talking. Instead, he chose to avoid a large distance between himself and Ann Qianxi. The word "impatience" was written across his face.

Zhu Zhu sat on the sofa. Her back was as straight and elegant as the one she had seen yesterday in the Western Restaurant, like an exquisite porcelain vase.

Ann Qianxi also saw her