C1450 His Blood Boiled Is the Pot of Nong Mo-bai

In Mu Sizheng's room, Nong Mobai, who was thrown onto the bed, hugged the pillow in his arms tightly as he watched Mu Sizheng, who stood beside the bed with a cold expression, in great fear.

He stuttered and threatened, "You, you, if you dare to mess around, I'll, I'll return to my parents' home tomorrow."

Without a word, Mu Sizheng got on the bed and pulled Nong Mobai toward him, rudely