C378 The cruel truth.

Sun Xiaoliu was dumbfounded.

"There's a bunch of people outside watching. What are you doing?" Sun Xiaoliu was anxious. Her face looked like it had been licked by a stray dog. She reached out her hand to wipe her face. Even her sleeves carried the smell of Zhao Mohan's body. Sun Xiaoliu even suspected that Zhao Mohan was a human-shaped perfume machine.

After the two of them finished discussing