Suddenly, there was a car wash coming.

Moan Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and the solemnity of his mouth changed into a faint smile. He even took a sip of tea slowly.

It's only then that tea tastes good.

When Tsing Yi came in, he looked up and saw a man dressed at home, sitting on a sofa with a computer in his hand.

She went over and sat down opposite him, looking deeply at the handsome man.

Sword eyebrows, big eyes, straight nose, thin lips... If it's a boy, it's bound to look like him.

Moan Yanhu raised his head suspiciously.

The woman is demented, her eyes are...