Lu Xiaoxiao pulled back and smiled, "Is it because you are not the issue we should discuss now? Private affairs are private affairs, public affairs are public affairs?"

Chu Mo grabbed Xiaoxiao's hand on the landing and did not let go. There was a sense of self-reproach in his words, which were naturally mild in attitude.

"Last night..."

"stop" a voice suddenly sounded, not too small, just enough to be heard. Lu Xiaoxiao turned his eyes to the speaker.

Yan Xu rose from his seat and approached Zhu Mo and Lu Xiaoxiao. His grinning face revealed discomfort, and he came directly to tug the ink on his hand. Don't tell...