Jiang Mingzhu Zhou L

Jiang Mingzhu's ears turned red and she lowered her eyes, her lips slightly pursed, with a hint of redness in her eye sockets, her face bearing a look of repressed grievance.,Her voice was very low, speaking softly and getting quieter and quieter, like she might cry at any moment.,According to Zhou Li's morning routine, he would habitually wait for Ginger Mingzhu to come and report the day's schedule.。