C35 Shallow Competition

"Yawen was sleeping soundly in my arms last night. I didn't have time to reply to you. "

Before Mo Yawen could reply, Ye Shaoting said. He still had the face to say that in the middle of the night, he would send an ambiguous message to another person's wife. If it was another man, he would have been chopped to death by a random knife. How could he have the chance to sit here? He was too kind