Crazy, crazy, crazy. Looking at the mountain of documents that was taller than herself, Mo Xiaoxiao felt the urge to die. Ten thousand grass-mud horses were galloping past in her heart, "God, let me wear it, wear it, wear it..." Mo Xiaoxiao looked up to the sky and screamed, "Let me wear it to Fourth Master, let me fall in love with the beautiful man from ancient times and kill each other..."
Then the miserable Mo Xiaoxiao wore it beautifully, but who can tell me that this is a weird situation? Where is the promised fourth master? Where is the handsome man we promised? God, how can you be so stupid! ! ! !
A shocking thunder exploded, and Mo Xiaoxiao was in tragedy again...