"Also, in the future, mention Ji Luochen less. He's my man, and you're not worthy!"
An Mo: ...
After Mu Lingyun finished speaking, she took a couple of steps, no longer paying attention to An Mo, and jumped off the ring.
And to say she's not worthy to stand beside Ji Luochen, huh! She is absolutely, perfectly, divinely matched, okay!
Having returned to Weng Jiu's side, Mu Lingyun stood firm and stretched out her hand to him: "Phone."
Weng Jiu composed himself, hiding his surprise, and handed back the phone that hadn't even warmed up in his hand to Mu Lingyun.
By the time Mu Lingyun took the phone, Ji Luochen had already walked in with his long legs from outside.
As Ji Luochen entered, his gaze fell on Mu Lingyun. He saw the girl's fair and clear skin, with flushed hands holding the phone, standing there obediently.
He glanced at An Mo, who had fallen in the ring, and spoke to Mu Lingyun, "Did you get into a fight?"
"No," Mu Lingyun didn't even think before she flatly denied.
