C717 Master

It really was Meng Fuyou. That person was dressed in white. His love for white clothes was similar to Han Mo's, so he didn't mind protecting it. It had just rained, so he didn't care much about the few dirty spots on his clean white clothes.

He was even more happy and carefree. At this moment, he was holding a wine jug covered with a lid, but on his face, there was a look of joy. A Mo