C198 Little Bastard Is up to No Good

An hour later, Jing Mo's entire body was stuffed into the blanket. He tightly grabbed onto the blanket with both hands. He simply did not want to show his head. He wished that there was a hole in the ground that he could hide in.

Feng Lee was too... too young to be a child. He really did not know where this damn child went to learn so many things.

On the contrary