Lu Xiaoxiao idled around, walking more and more suspicious in his heart. There's nothing wrong with that real familiarity, but she just can't remember when she was here.

Walk straight along the corridor, worried about peeping eyes on both sides, but my heart is still puzzled and I always feel I have to do something.

A chance to come here is also rare, although there will be a chance to come, but it is not necessarily such a chance to hang out. Come back in the future, just for the sake of doing things, there will be no such leisure.

What Lu Xiaoxiao doesn't know is that Tang Chao hates...