C223 Dark Child Li Zhu

Wang Mang sat in the teahouse with a worried look in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something. From time to time, he would take a sip of tea and see if there was anyone at the door of the teahouse.

When the tea that Wang Mang ordered had been refilled three times and the taste of the tea had faded, a young woman in ordinary clothes and an ordinary face walked into the spacious teahouse