C751 Trapped

"Well done." Shen Yuan glanced at Feng Yuvyuv, who was unconscious on the bed. She took out a stack of money from her bag and threw it at him, "Scram!"

Shen Yuan was wearing a miniskirt. Her curly hair was scattered lazily on her shoulders. She was holding a glass of red wine as she shook it gently. Her lips were pursed into a smile.

"Feng Yuvyuv