Mo Chen was his most capable subordinate, and his existence was like a shadow.
"Yes, commander!" Mo Chen would always give Huo zhongrao an immediate reply.
"I don't want to eat it. If you want to eat it, then eat it all!"
In the end, the little demon decided to make a scene. Anyway, it had already made a scene for an entire night. What more could it do?
"Valiant song made you a birthday cake. Have some!"
In front of Xiaoyao, Huo zhongrao's temper had always been on the same level, neither too high nor too low.
The little demon hated him the most. He was always so high and mighty, as if everything she did was not emotional in his eyes.
No matter what she did, he would not get angry. He was as tasteless as a glass of water.
She wanted him to lose his temper so that she could give him an even bigger one.
She was asking him about Ji Chenzhou's aunt ...
