"Uh... this..."
Mo Chen looked troubled and sought Lin Fan's opinion.
He thought Lin Fan wouldn't agree to such a request.
Sharing a room would be like pouring salt on Mo Yunsheng's wounds, only angering him further.
But surprisingly.
"Clan Leader, let's do as Qiong'er says."
"Ah?!"
Mo Chen's mouth gaped wide, his facial muscles twitching awkwardly.
Mo Ningxiang's eyes flickered with an uncomfortably sour feeling.
Unexpectedly, Lin Fan turned out to be this kind of person...
She sneaked a glance at Lin Fan and saw him looking dotingly at Su Qiong, smiling gently.
Her heart felt like it was hit, her body quivering slightly.
A feeling never experienced before.
Jealousy.
Pain.
Envy.
"Ningxiang, what's wrong?"
Diwu Yun'er's voice seemed to come from far away, drifting lightly.
Mo Ningxiang suddenly moved, snapping back to reality.
"No, nothing..."
Her eyes lost their usual sparkle, dazed and lowering her head to avoid everyone's gaze.
"Ningxiang?"
