C903 An Argument Broke out

"I don't think there's anything different." Mo Zicong's voice was cold. He frowned and his eyes were filled with slight displeasure. He clenched one of his hands into a fist. Obviously, he was trying his best to suppress his anger.

Han Ruo felt a surge of bitterness in her heart. She only felt endless irony. She took a deep breath and sneered, "Different means different. Forget it, Mo Zicong