Bei Mo replied, "It's Yun Jiatong."
"Her?" Li Mumu squinted slightly, instinctively glancing at Yun Jiatong, who was sitting by the northern window talking to her classmates.
The little girl couldn't help but snort, "I bet it's because of you again, that's why she wants to embarrass me."
Bei Mo touched his nose and stood up, "Do you need me to help you vent your anger?"
"Forget it, forget it..." Seeing this, Li Mumu quickly reached out to pull him back, "As the saying goes, flies don't bother eggs with no cracks. Even if you want to help me out, there wouldn't be a legitimate reason, and people might say you're morally questionable."
It's not that Li Mumu was afraid of trouble, but in this matter, they weren't in the right either.
"I don't care what others say about me." Bei Mo lowered his handsome eyebrows and eyes, speaking seriously.
