C908 Hope Destroyed Again

It was only when the low, attractive, and magnetic voice reached their ears that they realized there was another person in the room.

Gu Huan put a hand on Cheng's shoulder and said in a relaxed manner, "Nothing much, I just want to chat with my son."

"Chat?" Beiming Mo frowned slightly: "How much did you two miss today? Why don't you tell me?"

Beiming Mo said and sat on a sofa near the balcony