C40 I'll Give You One Month

"I asked you to deliver something."

Chung Yansen looked at Hsiao Moran coldly and spoke in a low voice.

Seeing the warning look in the man's eyes, Hsiao Moran quietly closed his mouth and pointed outside.

At the entrance of the villa, there was a row of paper boxes arranged neatly.

"Move it to the kitchen."

Chung Yansen glanced at them and looked at Hsiao Moran