"Pffhahahahaha, serving a sentence, serving...serving mourning...haha...sorry...it wasn't intentional...pfft..."
[She's laughing! She's laughing hysterically!]
Motan's expression instantly became extremely stiff, and in the next second, he sorrowfully covered Ji Xiaoge's mouth and said, "I'm sorry, Sang brother, she doesn't mean any harm, she just has a low threshold for laughter, you must believe me, because of a certain talent, I become weak when I lie in this game."
"Ah... it's okay, I'm used to it... Xiao Lu has said that Miss Night Song is also a person of sentiment..."
A Sang quickly expressed that he didn't mind at all, his tone full of resignation.
"Um, there's something that I'm rather concerned about..."
Regardless of whether he truly cared, Motan felt that it was very necessary to express his concern at the moment, "Brother Sang, you mentioned a teacher earlier, if you're talking about Mr. Long, I remember he never told Lujiang about you, is it because..."
