C387 Infantile ecstasy

"Han Yong." Mo Xiaoran looked up at Han Yong, and she smiled: "Is Luo Hai making things difficult for you?"

"Cough, cough, why would I make things difficult for him? I was only trying to regain some balance." Luo Hai muttered, this was Luo Hai's voice, he stood up and walked into the washroom.

Han Yong sat where Luo Hai was sitting just now and saw that the hair on Mo Xiaoxiao's back was a wig