C88 Decline

She lowered her head, her eyes slightly red, as if she was trying to restrain something.

Han Sifeng took a deep breath. This guy's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. Nothing could be hidden from him.

"I was chatting with Little Feng just now." Qin Yao calmly stared back at Han Muyun.

"Han Sifeng, go back and sleep!" Han Muyun frowned as his gaze turned slightly cold