C137 Spermatogenic

"Young master …"

Han Youyu grabbed Ye Qianran's clothes with his small hand as he frowned. "If you want to leave, don't blame me for being rude!"

"You can't change your face this fast!"

Ye Qianran's face was full of helplessness. In the end, he nodded his head, indicating that he would not leave.

Although Han Youyu was relieved