C455 I'll Return It Slowly

Hearing his hoarse voice, Yem Qiaoyu turned around and stood at the door, looking at him. "What's wrong?"

Seeing Yem Qiaoyu, who looked calm and relaxed, Huo Feng pointed to the surroundings. "Why am I at your house?"

Yem Qiaoyu snorted. "Think about it yourself."

He raised his hand and pointed at a bottle of red wine on the corner of the bedside table