C212 Each Has His Own Mind

Moh Fei reacted and struggled to get down. Yang Zhenting walked to the sofa and placed her on it. He directly sat on the marble coffee table in front of Moh Fei. His long legs were spread open and his two hands were on his legs. He held his breath and looked at Moh Fei's low voice and asked:

"I see him. Right?"

Hearing Yang Zhenting ask this