Wow, it really was very funny. Qiao Mu swept him a glance and poked his chest with her finger.
"Not funny."
With a tug of his hand, Mo Lian pulled the little fellow into his embrace, chuckling as he hugged her.
Suddenly, a fuming voice sounded from the door. Duan Yue dashed over and yelled lividly, "Of course it's not funny! Qiaoqiao, don't listen to him talk rubbish! I am a good person without equal."
Without equal, huh? Mo Lian cast him a slightly disdainful look and conveniently chucked that small rectangular iron box at his head.
Duan Yue was so angry that he raised his leg, intending to send it flying with a kick.
However, just as his foot was about to come into contact with the small iron box, Mo Lian's voice sounded leisurely. "It's Qiaoqiao's."
