C1430 Kneel in front of Your Grave and Slap

"I'll leave it to you?"

Han Shaolin, who hung up the phone, immediately sounded dangerous. Hsu Moyu wanted to take the risk again.

"You're wrong. Just leave it to us." Hsu Moyu replied with a smile and stuffed a mouthful of porridge into Han Shaolin's mouth, preventing him from continuing to speak.

Han Shaolin frowned again, but it was rare for his mood to improve, let alone Hsu Moyu