chapter 87 Low taste

Atius Xiao was sitting on a chair, his face was frighteningly dark, and he was breathing heavily with anger.

Eilir Ye put the tea next to Atius Xiao and whispered:

"Calm down, it's not a big deal."

Nidawi stood next to Atius Xiao. Her little pink skirt was dirty, her little feet were covered with mud, and her two braids were as messy as weeds.

Nidawi looked down at her toes and looked up at Atius Xiao from time to time.

Lena Ye...