Immediately, a young guy with greasy hairstyle with a powdered face, coquettishly said that.
Song Tianying nodded in satisfaction, and then raised his head and looked inside the room. There he saw Su Menghan lying on the sofa in an unconscious state. Her charming face was looking somewhat pale, wearing a pink chiffon shirt, with a black knee length skirt, revealing a snow white skin, was appearing weak hanging on the side of a sofa