Sixty-one

Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."e, could cut with his words. If he were to deal with anyone else, he would definitely leave them covered in wounds. However, bad people have their own way of dealing with things. Mo Xiaobai found the...