he heard car sounds and a doorbell ringing; her face lit up. She knew that even if Xiao Bai was angry with Moyao, he wouldn’t stay mad for long. He must have come back on his own.Although she did thin...tugged at Mo Yao’s collar. The air in Riyadh felt like a steamer, though it wasn't hot inside the air-conditioned room; Mo Yao's attire was still inexplicable. Using his sharp sense of smell, Bai Xiao...