C83 Receiving the Wind Feast

Early the next morning, Zhang Zheng pulled Xu Zihan to the station to wait.

Three days ago, the train station announced that it would stop for a week on the basis of maintenance. At that time, Zhang Zheng did not understand, but now he understood.

Qiao arrived even earlier.

She was still wearing the golden phoenix red qipao, her long hair coiled into an exquisite bun