C1372 Sneaking Around with Mo Fan

Two hours later, the assistant called.

Yan Ang, who had yet to finish his task, did not pick up the phone. He lowered his head and kissed Mo Fann's lips. Both of them had a messy smell.

But the assistants never stopped calling.

"You take it!"

Mo Fann pushed Yan Ang, who was still covered in sweat and his face was very red