Su Shallow pulled up the sleeves of his long nightgown and looked at the fragments of the alarm clock that he had picked up and put on his desk, feeling a little irritated.

How do you spell it yourself?

Su Shallow is not as handy as Xia Muyang.

Su Shaanxian was facing the pile of debris at a loss, but heard the door lock click, was opened, Su Shaanxian had no time to clean up the debris in front of him, Mulian City had pushed the door in.

Muliancheng saw a glimmer of panic on Su Shallow's small white face, and then his eyes fell on the pile of debris...