Mo Zhiyun's expression changed slightly. A trace of hesitation flashed through his eyes, but he pursed his lips and did not say anything.
&Quot; you're just a vessel that contains my daughter's heart. Do you really think you're the mo family's young lady? " Bai Ying's expression was cold and full of mockery. &Quot; you are not qianyue, and you will never be qianyue. You are not worthy. &Quot;
Xu Youyou lowered her head to look at her in surprise. &Quot; Zhiyun ... &Quot;
Mo Zhiyun lowered his head for a moment, but when he raised it again, his usual frankness and sincerity was restored.
&Quot; that's right, mo qianyue's heart was indeed transplanted to me. It's because of her heart that I'm able to live to this day. But so what? "
