on the ground and stomp on it mercilessly. Then it would be her own sorrow.Warmth took a long, deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. She gritted her teeth and smiled, "Warmth, be rational...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go.""Mo Yao moved his hand, and Mo Chen thought he would use the pen in his hand as a weapon to take his life. Unexpectedly, he lifted it up lightly, and Mo Chen had already retreated ten meters away. Mo...