C91 Memories of Mo Yao (1)

After hanging up the phone, Mo Yao fell down onto the ground, she was not as strong as she was on the phone. After licking her lips, Mo Yao reached out to wipe the perspiration on her forehead that was due to being overly nervous. Thinking about the conversation she had with Zhou Xiaoli just now, Mo Yao's heart couldn't help but start to jump