C39 Curve to Save the Nation

Looking at the phone that he threw on the table, he slowly reached out his hand, "Mo Zhan, since you care so much about Chu Zimo and me, I would think you like me." His tone was flat, but it carried a hint of ridicule.

Mo Zhan's pupils shrank. He really didn't expect her to say something so shocking. Did he like her? He had never considered this question, nor did he need to