Mo Sanmiao was a smart person. When he saw Zhao Meng in the middle of the night, even his Adjutant was here! How could he feel fine?
"I'm fine. " Shen chengjing said.
She and Zhao Meng were both sitting on the sofa with their hair disheveled. Mo Sanmiao ran downstairs and brought some tea before sitting down.
It was early in the morning of winter, and it was a little cold.
Frost dripped on the green leaves, and as the sun rose, they became crystal clear, like a high-quality gem embedded in it.
Mo Zitan slowly opened her eyes when she heard the noise!
"Zhao Meng, What time is it?" She called out softly.
She had slept too late last night and was still a little sleepy!
Unfortunately, no one responded to her. Mo Zitan moved a little and she sat up.
