C128 Xu Jia Is the past and She Is the Future

As Xia Xiaowan expected, the next day Mr. Mo caught a cold.

When he woke up in the morning, he sneezed dozens of times. His nose was red and his eyes were astringent. In his hand was a bunch of tissues. He looked to be in a sorry state.

It was completely different from Mr. Mo, who was usually so high and mighty. Xia Xiaowan suppressed her laughter and placed the medicine in front of Mo Zihang