C437 Chapter 437

“Uh… *cough, cough!*”

A sudden voice—soft as a spring breeze—startled Moh Yao, especially at the word “wifey.”

Rubbing her forehead, Moh Yao turned around, thoroughly unimpressed. She really wanted to see who had the nerve. At this hour, everyone in the Moh family should’ve been asleep. And Cyr, Avril, and Lin Faang—people from the assassin world—wouldn’t pull something like this