C78 Idol Corps Aiyo I'm Washing Your Face Clean

Gong Ye's gaze was ice-cold as he pushed Su Mo away. Su Mo's body was unsteady and he fell to the ground. It was a tragic loss. His arm had been dislocated.

Seeing him like this, Gong Ye came forward and helped him up, then pressed his hand on Su Mo's arm.

"Bear with it."

The low and magnetic voice made Su Mo intoxicated. Such a voice for singing must be very pleasant to hear