Chương 1721: The Same Birthmark (Part Eighteen)

In the police station where they treat women like men, they were suddenly swarmed with something like this. Even their breathing became awkward. What kind of joke was this?

Qian Yikun looked at Mo Fei in horror. Meanwhile, Mo Fei leaned against his chest and blinked at Qian Yikun.

Qian Yikun extended one hand and pushed Mo Fei aside. "Speak properly."

Mo Fei made a 'tsk' sound and straightened up. When the waiter brought the milk over, she threw the cup of milk a look of disdain.

Qian Yikun picked up the milk and tested the temperature. "Drink it."

She puffed up her cheeks and glared at Qian Yikun.

"Ahem—" Everyone coughed lightly. They had confirmed that they were not really here for a meal. They were here to chow on dog food.

After Mo Fei's little act, Xia Li's face turned red, and she no longer dared to say anything else.