On the verge of widowhood

Chapter 258

Qiao Que's smile froze slightly, and the tumultuous atmosphere froze for an instant. Even if everyone present felt that something was wrong, they couldn't continue or stir up the atmosphere again.

Qiao Que looked around and showed her sharp little canine teeth: "That... the waiter I met is not selling himself."

Bai Qing: "..."

Isn't Yu a place to read? Why do I suddenly feel like a tortoise slave? ? ?

Feng Nu was unmoved at all: "Qiao Que, come here."

Qiao Que frowned and put on a polite smile as she stepped on the soft straw blanket and walked towards Feng Nu.

Feng Nu flashed in front of him out of thin air, interrupting his unhurried pace, pulling up his right hand and shattering half of his sleeve—exposing a normal-skinned arm.