In the empty room, there are only Zhu Mo and Lu Xiaoxiao. The air suddenly becomes quiet, and there seems to be an invisible pressure in the quiet.

Lu Xiaoxiao sank into his seat and looked in the direction of ink. In his present state, he neither speaks nor moves. Is he thinking of something important?

Chu Mohu raised his eyes suddenly, and Lu Xiaoxiao closed them subconsciously, pretending that she was not the one who looked at Chu Mohu just now.

"Last night was bad for me. I apologize to you." Chu Mo had a hard time opening, but the opening was Lu Xiaoxiao's incredible words.

Would someone so...