Sixty-one

ely had such a wronged expression, and it was rare for him to speak to him so seriously. He couldn't help but think of Mo Xiaobai in the bar that day, he was so charming, and so sexy, so captivating....Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."