C1891 The Two Big Shots Were Beating Each Other up

Mo Yi's lips curved up, and his smile carried a hint of ridicule. "The person you like is as difficult to deal with as you are."

Bo Qian was still expressionless, his fingers pinching the round bamboo.

Mo Yi had just seen the red string. He raised his eyebrows, and his expression carried some surprise. "It's a bit ugly."

Bo Qian looked at him expressionlessly