C1047 Suspected Storage Space

It was drizzling, like silk, and the early spring weather was warm and tender, as if it were the purest love of a beautiful girl.

On the top floor of a four-star hotel, Zhang Fann sat at the head of the long table. Beside him was Bai, who was stuffing himself with food. He glanced at Lee Hongyu, who was discussing cosmetics with Hua Yueying in a low voice.

I saw the French windows