When Gu Xicheng took a bath for Ye Xiaoyu and came out of the bathroom with her in his arms, Mo Ziao still stood in his place and did not leave.

"West City, let's talk about it."

Mozi proudly held Ye Qingyu carefully to his bed in Gu Xicheng. He felt it was necessary for him to have a good talk with each other.

Ye Qingyu has passed away. He can't go with Gu Xicheng. They have been brothers for many years. The only person Mo Ziao can't guess is him.

"Another day, I'm tired of whispering, and I want to rest. Everything, wait till daybreak.

Gu Xicheng sat quietly...