I beg the general to take responsibility

Mo Yanchen glanced at her and walked to the side to pick up a towel. His large palm began to dry her long hair! While holding her phone, he entered a few sets of numbers. The screen of her phone suddenly turned into a map, and her detailed route appeared.

"He went to the suburbs?"

"En!" She didn't dare to say more. The more she said, the more mistakes she would make.

Looking at her smiling eyes, he really couldn't get angry! She sent a message to mo Wen and shared the address with him before throwing her phone aside.

"Uncle, I'm just curious. Why is it so coincidental?" She reached out and hugged his arm, explaining in a low voice.

Mo Yancheng did not reply. He stretched out his hand to straighten her body, wrapped her long hair with a towel, and rubbed it continuously!

He took the hairdryer and began to dry her long hair. He did not say a word during the process.

"Knock, knock." She heard a knock on the door.