C1185 Do You Think Your Mo Is Old?

"Come here!" His voice was bright and filled with anger.

Su Qiao weakly placed the gifts and a few bags of clothes, shoes, and bags on the counter of the entrance and slowly walked towards the man on the sofa.

"Mo. . . " Accompanied by Su Zhi's bone-deep call, Su Qiao sat on Kong Bin's lap and hugged his neck coquettishly.

"You still know to come back?" Kong Bin's face was livid