C565 No Impression at All

Remembering that Duan Qingyan's brainless fans might come to cause trouble, Luo Xiaojing picked up her broom and quietly walked out.

As soon as she stuck her head out, she mewled and raised her broom.

"Carver Luo?"

Their eyes met. The lady boss of the next-door milk tea shop was feeding a leopard cat by the studio door. Seeing Luo Xiaojing almost smash the broom onto the floor