C411 Seventy Seven

Shen Qing's heart warmed, "En, alright. "

"It's done?" Fu Mofann lazily leaned against the bar counter and shook a goblet filled with red wine in his hand.

She nodded.

"Come here. "

Shen Qing obediently walked over and was pulled into her embrace.

Feeling this familiar temperature, she actually felt a little dizzy.

Not long after, there was a sound of parking outside the door