"Wrong, it's 'you'!"
Mo Zili saw that she had taken the bait, his lips curling into a slight smile, revealing a hint of smugness.
Xiang Yun was stunned, pointing at the tip of her nose, "Me, how could it be me?" Having said that, she suddenly remembered that the man's finger was indeed pointing right at her.
"It seems that your intelligence is also a matter of concern!" Mo Zili said unceremoniously.
"Damn it!"
Having been wrapped up in his riddle, Xiang Yun was not willing to let things rest. Her eyes rolled as she hatched a plan, and she stretched out a finger, poking fiercely at the wall, "A person uses their finger to keep poking the wall with force, name an insect."
