C2807 The Sound of the Bait Being Bitten by Feng Ming

At two o'clock in the afternoon, when he received Du Ruoqing's message, Fengming was taking an afternoon nap.

In the dark room, other than black and white, there were no other colors. All of them displayed the personality of the owner of the room.

Feng Ming lay on the bed with his eyes closed. His charming face had reduced his usual aggressiveness.

His phone and mask were placed on the bed