C41 Goodbye Mo Zhijun

Xia Miqing's smile froze on her face. When she turned around, she saw Mo Tingjun standing at the door of the room with a weak expression. He was holding a towel in his hand. He looked a lot slower, as if his brain had not turned, and his face was stiff.

This scene was really a little funny.

"Yuanxin, I won't tell you first. I have something on my side