C111 The Producer

Qiao Zhirann let out a sigh of relief and found a corner to sit down. She ate with relish.

The sky sank bit by bit. Qiao Zhirann lifted her head to look outside the window. The snow was still falling and there was no sign of stopping. Qiao Zhirann was a little depressed. If she had known that she would come, she would have gone to look for a hotel