C229 Qiao Hong Wanted to Stay Behind

The sun had already set, and the sky had turned slightly dark.

Qiao Hong, who was wearing a white nightgown, stood in front of the hotel's luxurious suite's window. She was holding her phone with her right hand, and her gaze couldn't help but look down at her chest. The right side of her chest, which had been pinched by Blaine, was still red and swollen. Even after applying ointment