C113 Racing Games
Ho Yucheng ran to the corridor outside and grabbed Mo Wanxi's hand. Mo Wanxi shook it off. "Don't touch me!"
He grabbed again. "Stop messing around. Can't you see that the two guys inside are deliberately sowing discord?"
"Even if they are sowing discord, you dare to say that you have never sung a song with other old women?" Mo Wanxi felt wronged
