Chapter 183 Set Up A Trap

• She was wearing an old-fashioned cotton overcoat, tightly wrapping her body, and her face was a little bruised. She could cover it with makeup, but the scars could still be seen clearly.
• Seeing her waiting outside the Bridge Restaurant with her hands trembling in the cold air, I couldn’t help asking, "It’s so cold outside. Why don’t you go in?"
• She smiled and looked a little upset. "I... I’m waiting for you." Seeing the embarrassment on her face, I stopped talking.