Wow, it really was very funny. Qiao Mu swept him a glance and poked his chest with her finger.
"Not funny."
With a tug of his hand, Mo Lian pulled the little fellow into his embrace, chuckling as he hugged her.
Suddenly, a fuming voice sounded from the door. Duan Yue dashed over and yelled lividly, "Of course it's not funny! Qiaoqiao, don't listen to him talk rubbish! I am a good person without equal."
Without equal, huh? Mo Lian cast him a slightly disdainful look and conveniently chucked that small rectangular iron box at his head.
Duan Yue was so angry that he raised his leg, intending to send it flying with a kick.
However, just as his foot was about to come into contact with the small iron box, Mo Lian's voice sounded leisurely. "It's Qiaoqiao's."
Duan Yue stumbled, and his kicking motion abruptly changed into an outstretched grasp. His movements were skillful and flowed smoothly, successfully nabbing the small lousy box into his hand.
