C225 Dimorphism

Minutes and seconds passed, and Yue Xin checked her phone every few seconds. He wrinkled his brows, and the smile on his face slowly faded with the passage of time.

She was getting more and more worried about Mu Tingchen, afraid that he would do something stupid.

At this moment, Mu Ting Chen was in a deep slumber.

She didn't want to wait any longer