Look at his left claw. Wasn't it just a little bruise? Why was he pretending?
Qiao Mu promptly pulled her paws away and gestured for him to carry her to the table. Standing there, she allowed him to raise his paws, smearing the bruises on his face with an apathetic expression.
"How did you get hurt?"
Duan Yue's mouth twitched uncontrollably as he cursed shamelessly in his heart.
It was evident that this fellow's injuries were a result of beating someone up. How could this be considered an injury?
As expected, he was shameless enough to trick Qiaoqiao. He was still too pure!
"I was beaten up." Mo Lian shot a glance at Duanmu Qing and the rest who were standing there gawking.
The corners of their mouths twitched as they walked out. After a while, they shouted from outside, "Qiaoqiao! Let's eat!"
How could Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao not know that this group of people had been instigated by Master Mo to help?
