C568 A Mo

Ming Shu threw the whip to Feng Wu, who was coming over, "Throw it far away!"

Feng Wu beamed. "Yes, First Miss, please come in!"

Ming Shu held Zhan Mochen's arm as they walked up the stairs and into the living room.

Feng Tingmo was playing a game lazily on the sofa when he heard the footsteps. He glanced at the two of them. "You do understand me!"

If he were to be set on fire