C397 Su Xiaomou's Private Seat!

Su Zixing turned around and left. Moh Feicheng clenched his fists tightly, as if Su Zixing was the dangerous man who took advantage of others' danger.

Moh Feicheng suppressed the urge to rush forward and give Su Zixing a good beating. He told himself that compared to losing Su Xiaomian forever, he was more willing to let Su Xiaomian misunderstand him for the time being.

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