"Momo, have a seat."
After she said this sentence, Little Tiger Bo scanned her room. In the past, she hadn't thought of it as messy but now, when she looked at it again, compared to the little princess's room, her room was indescribable.
Thus, the little tiger wagged her tail and tried to explain. "Normally, I will clean up my room but I was sick yesterday so I couldn't clean up. My room became messy because of that. Why don't you sit on my lap?" She patted her legs after she finished speaking.
Qin Mo, however, ignored her. He walked over slowly and pinched a bag of potato chips. His expression was elegant and cold. "This isn't from yesterday."
Little Tiger Bo, who got exposed, started changing the topic. "Momo, let me introduce my pets. This is Little Silver No. 1. This is Little Silver No. 2β¦"
