Leaving the arena to Miss Qiao and the heroic Duan Youbing, Duan Yue swiftly bounced next to Crown Prince Mo and elbowed him with a wily smile. "Your heart feels crushed?"
Crushed my *ss. Mo Lian glared at him grumpily.
While propping up his chin, Duan Yue leaned against the railing beside Mo Lian before turning to look at him. "Why don't you tell me. Why is it that every time my Qiaoqiao sees Little Sixth Zheng, her eyes look like they're shining."
Speaking of this, Mo Lian was also irritated. "How would I know."
"There's actually something in this world that you don't know." Flinging his sleeve, Duan Yue simply sat down beside Mo Lian. "Tsk tsk, it couldn't have been some kind of fate from a previous incarnation, right."
After saying this, this flippant Young Sir Duan started chuckling to himself first.
Yet Mo Lian suddenly turned to stare at him with a profound gaze. "What did you say."
