"Wait a minute!" A clear child’s ear sounded "Brother Mo Tong doesn’t want it!"
With the cry of cute little Shura River Yuanxi, he flashed out from behind the little kid and raised his hands to make a surrender. Ling Mo snorted coldly and leaned his hand back to his recliner, squinting at Xiaoxi. "What the hell are you doing?" Xiaoxi hurriedly waved his hand at the imp, and…