C222 The will

Qiao Zhirann was eating porridge today. There was a script on the table that was filled with characters' stories. Qiao Zhihao sat at the side and did his homework. His hands and feet were long and he looked very young.

This was the first time Qiao Zhirann felt that her injuries were quite good.

"Xiao Hao, tell me. Do you like that girl yesterday?"

Qiao Zhihao's ears turned red