The knocks on the door were like breeze and drizzle, while the pound on the door this time was like storm.

It seemed that the door was being punched.

Shi Qingxue was astonished and didn’t want to comfort Wei Ziye anymore. She turned to Mo Junyang.

Mo Junyang’s face darkened, and he ordered Wei Ziye, “Get up. Go and open the door.”

Wei Ziye was stunned for a while and then finally stopped being stubborn.

He pursed ...