C40 His Pocket Money

Mo Qingze's face was as dark as a burnt pan as he paced restlessly around the room. "I think Xiling has lost his mind. Not only did he run out in the middle of the night, but he also got into a fight and trashed a shop, letting so many people see his face!"

Sitting on the sofa, Mo Ziyu spoke without a trace of emotion, "Don't worry, I've verified that Xiling has taken care of the aftermath