C939 Touch

The iron door was pushed open by someone. Ye Cheng laid on the single bed with his legs crossed and hummed a song as he swung his legs.

"Is it Captain Fu?" Ye Cheng took a deep breath. The air was filled with the rich fragrance of perfume, which was extremely pungent like an old lady's footcloth.

"You can leave now!" Fu Qingyun's face was just like Sir Bao, it was even darker than the ancients