In front of the door stood Xialing, who was in a dusty situation. Zhao Bin was shocked. The red sister on the bed looked at Xialing and covered herself directly with the quilt.

Xia Ling looked at her red sister in bed. When she saw her wearing a bra, she was relieved.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Bin scolded, after all, this is the place to work. What's the difference between Xia Ling's nonsense and Ann Ruoqing's?

Without any answer, the other party rushed directly to Zhao Bin and then hugged him dead.

Tears slid down his cheeks on Zhao Bin's shoulders, feeling the temperature of his tear. Zhao Bin's...