C154 Soy Milk and Fried Dough Sticks
Lih Shaoling's belittling voice rang out behind him. Huo Yuxiu had no time to bicker with him. There would be a long time ahead, and there would always be a time to make him cry.
Mo Qingshen knew Huo Yuxiu very well. He looked at Lih Shaoling coldly, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a cold smile, as if he was taking pleasure in Lih Shaoling's misfortune