C487 It Was a Mess like a Pot of Porridge

A cool breeze blew past, and a pin drop could be heard in the narrow alleyway.

Shang Mingkun clenched his fist tightly as a strong killing intent flashed in his dim eyes.

"Since you're here, why are you hiding yourself?"

Hua Fei Fei's facial expression changed slightly, she could not understand why the two of them would be discovered. Ye Zichen turned his head to look at Mo Li