The smile on his lips deepened, and Yan Tianxing walked towards her.

As soon as he approached, Mo Shangjun's eye knife flew over smoothly. It was a look with a clear sense of precaution.

Pulling out the chair, Yan Tianxing put his elbows on the back of the chair, then raised his eyebrows at Mo Shangyun.

He said: "Instructor of Mo University, please sit down."

Every word, every word, full of yin and yang.

Somewhat deserves a beating.

Moreover, there is obviously something wrong with this "Instructor from Mo University".

However, now is not the time to be submissive and confrontational. We can only act according to the situation.

Mo Shangjun blew the mist in front of him and slowly took a sip of hot water.

Putting the thermos cup on the table, Mo Shangjun straightened the collar of his loose coat, and then sat down on the chair.

As soon as he sat down, his aura was in full swing, like a queen. Mo Shangjun crossed his legs, leaned back on the chair, and said in a lazy voice, "What kind of torture is there? Tell me."
Chapter completed!