"Amo!"

Lu Xiaoxiao blurted out a cry of praise for ink, holding his arms tightly in both hands, but his eyes were deadlocked with the poisonous eyes of Zhu Jianmin.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Chu Mo listened to Lu Xiaoxiao's sudden shout, and immediately put down the undervalued Zhu Jianmin and asked worried, "Is there still a wound on your body?"

Zhu Jianmin looked at the scene, his mouth jumped, and he gave Xiaoxiao a sarcastic smile on landing.

"I'm fine. It wasn't kidnapped. I took him out of the car. Lu Xiaoxiao, with some awkwardness, avoided Zhu Jianmin's eyes. He shook his head and smiled stiffly at Zhu Mo....