C518 Serves You Right

Something flew in front of the door.

Mo Jingyao reached out and grabbed it.

It was a pillow.

He looked up at the hysterical Luo Wanyi. At this moment, Luo Wanyi's expression was very bad. It looked like she had a drug addiction attack.

"Jingyao, can you return my bag to me? I just need a little bit, just a little bit." Luo Wanyi noticed that the pillow did not hit Mo Jingyao