C822 A Good Weapon That Couldn't be Felt at All

"Miss is resting."

Lau Hong nodded and understood what the maid meant. He then walked away.

It was late at night. It was a little lonely and lonely.

Lau Yu was crying softly. She hid under the covers and her body twitched from time to time.

Ye Bufan sat by the bed and held his head. The moment he released his essence, he woke up. At the same time