C97 Tasting tea

Just as Song Chunyang was about to turn around and head back to the Zhang Residence, a Ford sedan that couldn't be considered new stopped by the only road in front of the Song Residence.

Wang Yaqiao leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes to rest. Sitting in the front seat was a skinny man, and beside him, was He Shouding.

After an hour, He Shouding reached out his hand