C120 Throw out

"How am I going overboard? Do you just walk into my room, and I agree? " Mu Qingqing glanced at her with an indifferent expression.

Without any explanation, the wooden hourglass flew towards Mu Qingqing at lightning speed. Mu Xiaoyou glared hatefully at Mu Qingqing. Your room is mine, why are you chasing me out? "

Anger, malice, Mu Xiaoyou had no feelings for Mu Qingqing at all