C67 Calm Anger

Mo Ruqing took a sip from her teacup and smiled, "Oh."

"Even if you gave it to me, it's nothing. Yan Chen, since you have so much, you should be considered my senior, right?" she said lightly.

Lan Xi didn't like to speak like that. His little face was cold and collected, and he maintained his politeness, not saying a word.

Mo Ruqing also felt that it was boring to sit there