C168 Lin Yurou Was a Light Bulb
"Be good, don't mess around. " Mo Lengqing's warm big hand wrapped around Luo Luo's small hand. His tone revealed an unnoticeable indulgence towards her.
That scene had already made Mo Zuo, who was sitting in the front row, feel incomparably uncomfortable.
Lin Yurou's face had long become as pale as a sheet of paper.
Her hands that were hanging down from her sleeves tightly clenched