C87 Afternoon Tea

If Moo Jingyang knew what Hang Yunruo was thinking, he would probably punish her on the spot.

When Hang Yunruo came to the living room, she found a cup of coffee on the table. It was steaming hot, as if it had just been poured not long ago. The aroma of the coffee was refreshing.

Hang Yunruo thought to herself, This must have been made by Moo Jingyang here