The sun had set, and Mo Zhi slowly poked her head out from the Jade, naturally hearing the Little Paperman's blatant schadenfreude.
She couldn't help but feel a tinge of sympathy for the people of Lotus City.
There's a saying that goes, "Heaven's sins can still be lived with, but self-inflicted sins cannot be survived."
All along, the Little Paperman was quite generous, rarely this petty and gloating.
It was clear that Mo Zhi was completely unaware of how thick her filter for the Little Paperman had become at this moment.
Just as Mo Zhi's entire body emerged from the Jade and she was about to chime in with the Little Paperman,
she saw Yun Ran poke the Little Paperman's head, "You, your mind is as small as the tip of a needle~"
Mo Zhi immediately closed her mouth. Even though there wasn't a hint of anger in the voice, it was still a criticism.
So she couldn't agree with it on the wrong path.
