C773 Meng Yifei's Trouble

After a night of silence, he still maintained the same posture. This made Zhao Sanjin have the urge to curse. If it wasn't for the fact that Zhao Sanjin, who couldn't hold on any longer, only fell asleep when the sky was bright, he would have woken up early in the morning and his bones would have been dislocated.

It was Saturday today. Counting the days, he estimated the time. At this time