Mo Ziye let out a laugh.
Both Chu Junming and Feng Yize vowed solemnly that they could guarantee Ye Zhan would never in his life let Momo down, that he would never do anything to make her sad or upset.
"You two aren't him. How can you guarantee that?"
"Junming, Yi Ze."
Ye Zhan gently stopped Chu Junming and Feng Yize from continuing.
His thin lips pressed together; he calmly met Mo Ziye's sharp gaze. "I don't even know how many times Momo has cried somewhere I couldn't see."
Mo Ziye's expression turned a shade uglier.
His slightly lowered brows carried a sharp edge.
Everyone around could feel that Mo Ziye's aura had gone a little cold.
Ye Zhan seemed oblivious, ignoring the chill in Mo Ziye's eyes.
His gaze even seemed to pass over him, landing on some unknown spot.
