ll disturb you. At most, it's my talkative manager. If you don't like him, I can even lock him outside the door. How about that"Mo Yao frowned, her face cold. Mo Xiaobai mumbled and touched his nose,...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."pite his slender physique, there wasn't a trace of softness to him. His muscles were firm but thin, seeming to possess limitless strength while also lacking any real threat. Mo Chen liked to judge a p...