C527 A Dumb Pig

Tang Mingyang was also curiously looking at Mu Tianling, but he had obviously seen it when he pursed his lips just now.

Ji Chunshu sat by the side of the table and asked, "Tianling, how long do we have to stay here?"

"How long?" Mu Tianling thought for a while, then said: "You can ask Brother Mo about this, I'll do whatever you want!"

"Oh." Ji Chunshu nodded.

Tang Mingyang lied on the table