C511 Too Late to Stop

Mo Guangji, who was guarding the hall, saw him and quickly put down his newspaper. He greeted, "Sir."

He nodded slightly, pausing in front of a closed door.

In the end, he didn't walk in.

Ji Yi wasn't used to using his hot face to cover his cold butt.

"Don't worry, mister. Wu's mother has already cooked the ginger soup and sent it to the missus."

Cold self-deprecation