C76 Little Huang Yao Is Here

The sheets in the hotel room were clean white, so suddenly a red rose was particularly eye-catching.

And now, that rose was reflected in Liu Zifeng's cold eyes. The visual impact it gave him could not be described with the word "eye-catching. "

Shock, anger, and hysterical regret.

Damn it, I'm late!

He said it was a rose. It was actually a rather elegant excuse. In fact