C673 Random Mandarin Duck Spectrum

Huang Xing followed Wu Qianqian outside the door.

Wu Qianqian stood in front of the carriage, her face full of suspicion. She had always been thinking about the few words that Huang Xing's father had said, and what did he mean by 'pity'?

She touched her face and bit her lip, her thoughts so preoccupied that she didn't open the trunk for a long time