After ending the call, Chu Jin looked at the gradually darkening phone screen, feeling inexplicably better.
The gloom that had lingered in her heart disappeared all at once.
Putting the phone back in her pocket, Chu Jin found an old newspaper, folded it into a hat, put it on her head, and, with a feather duster from the vase, began to clean.
"Cough cough cough, this smell is really strong." While Chu Jin was busy, a warm male voice emerged in the air.
Chu Jin put down the feather duster in her hands and looked toward the source of the voice, suddenly colliding with a pair of deep and cold eyes.
Just like the first time she saw him, that stunning beauty made people unconsciously sink into it.
Her heartbeat suddenly sped up.
"You must be Sister Nine, right?" At this moment, a young man with an extraordinary demeanor stepped out from behind Mo Zhixuan.
