Wen Yi smiled without a smile, “You really care about being wider than my mother.”
He did not speak, and his feet on the door were still exerting force to prevent her from closing the door.
She stretched out her hand to him, “It’s okay if you don’t sleep, and give me my credentials.”
Mo Shichen looked at her condescendingly, his eyes as deep as ink.
The man didn’t respond to her, and she didn’t wait much, turned around and walked to the bed. She didn’t care even if the door was left open.
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