Wen Yi shrugged his shoulders with a look of meaninglessness, “I’ve never asked you any favors.”
Mo Shichen looked at her, “Okay,” he said, “I wrote it down.”
“…”
Wen Yi was unmoved, looked at him coolly, and smiled again, “I originally thought that Young Master Mo would probably have limited mobility and help you. If that’s the case, then you continue to hold back.”
“…”
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