The person who wants to see can't see, the person who just quarreled sees everyday, he is helpless, "I look for ink."

Qin Xiaoya snorted, gnawed at the peach and went into the house, sitting on the sofa with a big grin.

Wang Qi saw that she was wearing home clothes, soft slippers on her feet and was somewhat incredible. "You live here?"

Qin Xiaoya breathed out with his nose, but did not respond. After eating the peach, he fished a bunch of grapes.

"I said," Wang Qi had no choice but to have a headache. "It was you who tore up my documents that day, and now it is...