Round this corner, I've gone for a spin.
Xu Mo returned to the starting point.
Or rather.
He was dragged back.
This time, Xu Mo was quite willing.
After all, he was in a great mood.
Everything was joyful.
The so-called starting point.
Was sitting at the same table as the leading ladies.
The atmosphere there was weird in a way that was hard to describe.
The leading ladies exchanged glances.
Sitting next to Zhou Qiaoqiao, Xu Mo.
Occasionally burst into laughter like a madman.
No one knew what he was laughing at.
Anyway, it was funny.
As for Xu Mo's thoughts.
Well----------
They couldn't decipher anything rational from Xu Mo's thoughts.
After all, he was laughing too hard.
Finally, Han Zhiqi couldn't hold it in anymore and looked at Xu Mo, "Mo, what are you laughing at?"
Xu Mo finally managed to stop laughing, but after Han Zhiqi's question.
His face turned bright red, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing again with a "pfft."
"Haha... ahem----- No, no, nothing. I just think the weather is nice tonight, the moon is round."
Xu Mo started blabbering.
No choice┐(ﾟ～ﾟ)┌
It was just too funny for him.
Using An Youyi's help to assist the Evil Dragon King.
Pulling the derailed plot back on track.
What a great deed.
Yes, that's him.
A silent, anonymous villain passing by.
Helping others, a small act of kindness.
Leaving without a trace, hiding merit and fame.
Well--------------
Xu Mo really couldn't make up anything else.
He just wanted to finish the plot and go home.
What was wrong with that?
But this thing was really hilarious!!!
"The moon is round? How do you know that?"
Han Zhiqi raised her little head in surprise.
Don't look.
It's just the ceiling above.
What's so interesting about that?
Xu Mo was happy.
The villainess was also happy.
She first sipped some red wine, then poured a glass for Xu Mo.
Zhou Qiaoqiao guessed.
What could make Xu Mo so excited.
Besides the spa massage, it must be advancing the so-called plot.
No need to say more.
This little fool must have found a way to help Lin Fan again.
But Zhou Qiaoqiao wasn't too concerned about it.
Based on past experience.
The more Xu Mo helped Lin Fan, the more the outcome backfired.
In simple terms.
The more help, the more trouble.
If Xu Mo didn't try to help.
The result might have been better.
But how is that her problem?
Xu Mo coughed a few times, forcing himself to calm down.
Continuing like this wasn't a solution.
He would be seen as a little fool.
Was that good?
That's not good!!!
He was still a man who valued face.
Although his heart was filled with joy.
But this couldn't be shared with others!
"It's fine, I just thought of something happy-------- eh eh---"
Xu Mo's words trailed off.
He suddenly froze.
Not far away.
The Zhang family and his parents were walking this way.
Zhang Hong was beaming, walking smoother than before.
With a tiger-like vigor.
Before Xu Mo could process it.
They had already arrived.
The other leading ladies were puzzled.
What's going on?
But manners had to be maintained.
After all, they not only represented themselves but also their families.
The ladies greeted them politely.
Zhang Hong was taken aback, and Su Ting stepped in to introduce the younger generation's identities.
Only then did Zhang Hong laugh and say, "Hahaha---- so these are the future heirs of the Four Great Families of Magic City. Each one beautiful and capable. Do any of you have a sweetheart? Need an old man like me to introduce someone?"
The ladies looked at each other.
Shaking their heads one by one.
They politely declined Zhang Hong's kind offer with smiles.
Zhang Naixi's face turned as red as a pig liver.
Her grandfather really had no sense of propriety.
What should be said and what shouldn't be, he should at least gauge the situation.
Zhang Naixi really wanted to tell Zhang Hong.
These women actually all had feelings for her cousin.
Grandpa, you don't need to meddle.
"Looks like everyone has someone in mind, haha---- it's the old man being nosy."
Zhang Hong chuckled, not taking it too seriously.
Can't force feelings, can you?
Xu Mo felt a sudden chill.
From the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Very cold.
Following this ominous feeling, he looked over.
Found the old man glaring at him.
His eyes carried a little resentment.
Like a resentful woman.
Xu Mo's body couldn't help but shudder again.
"Damn!!! The old man is sick!!!"
"I didn't do anything wrong!!!"
Xu Mo self-reflected, trying to recall.
He found that he really hadn't done anything wrong.
In the next moment.
An even more shocking scene occurred.
Zhang Hong bowed deeply to Xu Mo.
Xu Mo: ??????
He was dumbfounded.
What's going on here!!!???
Not just him.
The other leading ladies were equally baffled.
Xu Fuqiang and Su Ting reacted quickly and hurriedly helped Zhang Hong up.
"Uncle Zhang, what are you doing? Don't treat us as outsiders."
"Exactly!!! This little rascal helping you is only right, it's his duty."
The two of them said one after another.
Even if Xu Mo helped Zhang Hong heal his leg ailment.
Zhang Hong didn't need to go so far.
Moreover, there were very few people worthy of Zhang Hong's bow.
I helped Zhang Hong's grandfather.
【When did that happen?】
【How come I, the person involved, don't even know?】
Xu Mo was completely dumbfounded.
Couldn't wrap his head around it.
But then Zhang Hong continued,
"Little Mo, that 'dog-skin plaster' of yours really worked. I thought I'd have to endure the pain and lie in a coffin, but now I see I don't have to, all thanks to you."
Dog-skin plaster?
What kind of dog-skin plaster?
I don't know what you're talking about!!!!!!!
Xu Mo was shocked!!!!!!!
Rushed to deny with a triple denial.
"It's not me, I didn't do it, I don't know what dog-skin plaster is!!!"
His voice was loud.
He was really flustered.
He wasn't the one who gave the Evil Dragon King the opportunity, right?
Or was there a hitch in the middle?
Mom yay!!!!!!!
It's getting more and more absurd.
Xu Mo's brain was working at top speed.
This wasn't his doing.
This can't be his fault.
If he took the blame, what about the Evil Dragon King?
This was the protagonist's fortune.
What does it have to do with him, a villain?
Xu Mo's words.
Left everyone present bewildered.
Especially the person involved, Zhang Hong.
What's the matter?
Wasn't it Little Mo who sent it?
Did Little Naixi even lie to her grandfather?
If it wasn't Little Mo, then who sent it?
Oh, and old times~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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