C171 She Is Our Mrs Leng

Moh Feicheng's gaze suddenly became a little erratic, and he slowly threw his gaze out of the window.

There was heavy snow floating in the sky, and the snowflakes were like the leisurely rich young lady, falling silently and unhurriedly. Not long after, the ground was covered in snow.

"Yo, Nike's coat, a copy of the one you bought at the stall!" Suddenly