When Yang Fei returned to the apartment, wild music was coming from Wen Xiaoxiao's room.
Yang Fei pushed open Wen Xiaoxiao's room door directly, frowning.
"Xiaoxiao, it's so late, why aren't you asleep?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Wen Xiaoxiao, and nearly had a nosebleed.
Wen Xiaoxiao was wearing a long men's shirt, grass green in color, with two bare legs like lotus roots resting neatly on the table.
This little girl only showed her two legs. Her hair draped down revealing a cute, round baby face with sweet dimples, pure as could be.
But those bare legs and the loosely fitting grass green shirt left much to the imagination.
This simultaneously pure and seductive cuteness would make any man feel an itch in their heart.
Wen Xiaoxiao glanced at Yang Fei and quickly gave him a look, signaling him not to speak.
It was only then that Yang Fei noticed a computer on Wen Xiaoxiao's table.
Two high-definition cameras, along with a microphone headset and other equipment.
