C157 The Troubled Autumn(9)

Chen Xiaowu felt a little awkward. He quickly threw away the wooden stick in his hand and walked to the shore. When he passed by Mo Yan, he stole a glance at Mo Yan's expression.

That was something Chen Xiaowu had never seen before. There were all kinds of complicated emotions in his expression. It was almost impossible to tell which one was the real Mo Yan