"Well?"

Fang Ming asked softly.

"so you stand like this? Not tired? " Mo Xue asked Fang Ming in a low voice, which was so small that he could hardly hear it.

"Oh..." Fang Ming understood Mo Xue's words based on the current situation. "It doesn't matter. I'm tired. Alas, someone has robbed my seat. I can't help it." Fang Ming sighed.

"I......"

when Mo Xue heard Fang Ming's words, she immediately felt very embarrassed. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Fang Ming.

actually, Fang Ming is not talking about ink snow, but about duanqing. Actually, the seat of duanqing is Fang Ming. When Fang Ming...