Mo Yichen scanned the room and thought, This is Han Jinchu's room?
Han Jinchu thought of something and quickly put away the drawing board on the table.
The attic was very small and could only fit a bed and a table and chair.
Han Jin Nian, who had cleaned up the table downstairs, looked up at the ceiling.
The Little Young Master of the Mo Family was really going all out.
Han Jinchu's attic was so small that he had to squeeze into it.
However, the space was so small. Could they be doing something up there?
Han Jin Nian shook his head. What was she thinking about? She was actually blushing. Should she find a place to breathe?
I'm drunk. Why did I have to be born two years later than Han Jinchu? Otherwise, I might be the one with such good fortune now.
Pei, pei, she started to let her imagination run wild again.
It was better for her to escape.
In the attic.
"You…"
"You…"
" First of all "
" First of all "
