C252 Closed-door Soup

"Shang Yongxi?"

The cold voice behind her caused her to come back to her senses. Looking back, he didn't expect it to be the Zhaozheng Han.

He looked at her with a gaze that was always contemptuous, a hint of hatred that he easily concealed. He glanced at the basket in her hand, and his eyebrows rose. Hehe … Using this trick to bind a man wasn't bad