Chapter 877 : Not Poison, but Antidote
- Sure enough, this bastard Beitang Mo is really...unpredictable. I really want to punch him.
- I suppressed the urge to hit Beitang Mo, furrowing my brows and ignoring him.
- Seeing my expression, Beitang Mo reached out and touched my forehead, saying, "Munan Yi, thank you for trusting me."