Mu Xiaoxiao took out the things for the class later and looked at him, amused. &Quot; stop looking at it. It's all in the past. What's the point of looking at it now? "
Feng Tianqi put down his phone, looked at her, and said, " Hello, I'm your good friend, right? "
Mu Xiaoxiao held a pen in her hand and met his eyes.
She didn't need to guess to know what he was thinking.
She shook the pen in her hand at him. &Quot; I'm sorry, my schedule is already scheduled for next year. &Quot;
"Ah?" Hearing this, Feng Tianqi was speechless. &Quot; wait until next year? This year had only just begun! How many people are you going to help with the drawing? Hey, I'm on such good terms with you, can't I just cut in line?"
Mu Xiaoxiao chuckled. &Quot; the next year I'm talking about is next year on the lunar calendar. &Quot;
