Xiao Ning had always felt that Fu Han Yuan was the leader of this group of people.
Not having seen him during the day today, he was already curious.
But he didn't expect that at night, Su Mo was cohabiting with Yang Xiaoyun in one room.
Although he couldn't make out Yang Xiaoyun's identity, judging by her hairstyle, he knew she was married.
What was Su Mo doing to be served in someone's house, let alone enter their room?
He was momentarily stunned and blurted out.
But as soon as the words escaped his lips, he wished he could smack himself several times.
To say such a thing was to court death and secrecy, wasn't it?
Having stumbled upon such a secret was simply too much!
Su Mo was speechless at this remark, while Yang Xiaoyun burst into laughter and pinched Su Mo's arm mercilessly:
"Blame yourself for fooling around with a kid."
Su Mo was at a loss, reached out and knocked on Xiao Ning's head:
"This is my lady."
"Huh?"
