C89 Death Cell

Mo Yitong couldn't help but be shocked when she heard Zuo Zuo's name. She lowered her head, at a loss of what to do.

"What's wrong?" Suo Wenhong didn't understand Mo Yitong's current mood, so he looked at her in confusion.

She raised her wooden head and looked towards the side. "Your Majesty, Yitong is tired. Yitong …" Want to get some rest, okay? "

Suo Wenhong smiled: "Look at me