C160 Hand Killed Traitor

Hann Yichen closed the book in his hand and walked upstairs.

Moh Yefeng's room. A handsome man with a natural expression was lying quietly on the bed. His eyebrows were like a painting, his lips were lightly pursed, and even the sound of his breathing was very shallow.

Such a weak and delicate appearance made people unable to help but feel pity in their hearts when they saw it