C299 What Is Her Wish?

Mo Zhan lowered his head and raised his eyebrows. He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, "Do you want me to sit here?"

"You can fold paper with us." Han Xiaoxiao whispered.

"Not interested." Mo Zhan was casual.

With a single sentence, he had killed the entire conversation.

Han Xiaoxiao sat on the ground beside the tea table, defeated