C112 The anger of mo li

He sat on the edge of the bed, his beautiful eyes filled with the vicissitudes of life. Compared to his clear eyes and gentle attitude from before, he was like a completely different person.

Then, the man slowly spoke, his voice as cold as a machine: "Yao."

"Mistress." On the roof, the woman who had been guarding the room all this time jumped down and respectfully knelt in front of him