C215 Ling Yao Was Drunk

"Is this the place you talked about for the candlelight dinner?" Standing in front of the door, Ling Yao lowered his head and gave off a strong sense of oppression. His forehead almost touched Hai Xiaomin's forehead. As he spoke, he gave off a feeling of gritting his teeth.

It was fine if he sent Hai Xiaomin home last night, but today, when he came to the house