Yan Xu's reaction was somewhat slow, which he thought was the reason why he had not recovered. Wang Fei's words are like a drop of water, splashing a short light wave in his heart, which has disappeared without waiting for careful search.

You can see Chu Mo's face a few steps ahead. Nobody dares to approach him because he is now surrounded by an atmosphere that is not close to others.

Yan Xu is not among these people. He has always been the best at observing words and looks, but now he chose to ignore the cold on Chu Mo's face.

Take a few quick steps, close by.

Chu Mo...