On the verge of widowhood

"Thirty-three--"

Before Bai Qing could change his face, Qiao Que pushed open the store door, Feng Nu turned around - then Qiao Que and Bai Qing changed their expressions together.

Qiao Que lowered her eyes and returned to normal in an instant, and even smiled slightly: "What do you need, sir?"

Feng Nu pursed his lips imperceptibly, stretched out his hand and threw something out of thin air: "This is yours."

Before Bai Qing saw what it was, Qiao Que indifferently stretched out his hand and threw out a ball of flames, burning the bunch of things to nothing: "I'm sorry, it's not mine."

Bai Qing: "..."

He can now be sure that this person is probably the one who made Qiao Que very unhappy last week, ah no, the one who has always made Qiao Que unhappy.