Yang Xiaoyun and the others exchanged glances, then all burst into laughter.
Little Situ's face was blushing, like a shy young lady, she bowed her head and said nothing.
Wei Ziyi's eyes were bright and full of mischief, seemingly fierce but actually timid.
Only Yang Xiaoyun remained composed, sitting there with a semi-smile.
Finally, Wei Ziyi broke the silence, unable to resist coughing:
"What are you looking at?"
Su Mo was called out and his face turned red; he quickly replied:
"Nothing... nothing, wasn't looking..."
"Old Demon blushed..."
Wei Ziyi whispered to Little Situ.
Su Mo's face darkened: "You looking again?"
"Hmm, it's even darker now."
Wei Ziyi nodded promptly.
"This Hu Niu..."
Su Mo touched his forehead, his face full of helplessness.
Little Situ couldn't help wanting to laugh.
She stole a glance at Su Mo, just as expected, Su Mo's face was both dark and unpleasant.
