"What" It was a June day, but Qiao Qian felt as if she were in the snow. "It's not yours",Zhou Zhe walked past Qiao Qian and helped Qiao Xuexue up: "Xuexue, you always put my good at heart. I didn't expect you to repay kindness with resentment. I really misjudged you! Qiao Qian!",But reality poured bucket after bucket of cold water on it.。