C49 Last Goal(2)

Mo Qianjue suddenly turned his head and stared at me with a fiery gaze. I was so scared that I shrunk back into the sofa and tremblingly said, "You … What are you doing? "

"What am I doing? Say, why are you so nervous? What have you done to make me feel bad when I'm not here? "Hrm?"

The corner of my mouth seemed to have a faint curve to it, as if there was a trace of vague ridicule. Immediately