C217 Last Bombing

Since Mo Jiahua had a few servants, Ling Feitong didn't have to worry about it anymore. However, he still felt ashamed, so he worked hard like a small bee, cleaning up the 'evidence' and destroying all traces of the bodies.

Ling Feitong clapped his hands in satisfaction as he looked at the clothes hanging on the window.

Mo Jiahua said, "It's noon, let's stay for lunch