C613 A Painting of the Murderer of Light Wool

Jiang Zhao wasn't being noisy, he was just annoyed that she had been too noisy. Everyone had already gone to sleep at this hour, Yeer had entered a dream, the door had been slammed indiscriminately. When he went to open the door, he heard Yeer ask in a daze, "Who's coming?"

Jiang Zhao frowned. How annoying.

Qingxiu was yelling for Jiang Zhao's help, but when she heard Yeer's voice