Qiujiayi could not help crying in disgust and grabbed the hair.

How could she forget that private clubs usually have a way that outsiders don't know about?

But strangely, where did Zhao Ziai come downstairs from?

Just wanted to withdraw the monitoring, the corners of the eye inadvertently aimed at a strange and familiar figure.

Looking at the name of the private club, I don't believe it.

Is this really her?

That's ridiculous! How could this be possible? Maybe it's the illusion of being too tired.

Laughed at his doubts and shook his head in disdain.

I'm afraid Zhao Zi-ai can't find out the clues today. Just wanted to turn...