C163 My Self-control Is Poor at 2

About three minutes later, Su Nian heard the sound of the smart door scanning, followed by Shao Bowen, who was breathing heavily as he walked in.

Su Nian sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. His smooth white legs were exposed. His tone wasn't very good, "Where did he go?"

From Shao Bowen's angle, it could be seen that Su Nian's posture was exactly the same as Su Nian's