"Brother Mocha, are you returning your soul again?" Jiu'er came to the Eleventh Hall.
"Well, Jiu'er is here," Mo Cha said in a calm tone without any emotion.
"Where's Brother Qianzi, why don't you help you sort it out?" Jiu'er was used to Mo Cha's tone and didn't take it seriously.
"He, I don't know where he went." Mo Cha looked in the direction of the bookshelf.
"Eh... It's my job to supervise your work. I've been supervising you here for more than an hour. I'm not lazy." Yin Qianzi came out from behind the bookshelf eagerly and argued for herself.
A smile appeared at the corner of Mo Cha's mouth, "Oh? Really, are you satisfied with the villain after supervising me for so long?" Mo Cha deliberately pronounced the word "supervise" with emphasis, as if to say, "I know you have been peeking at me for an hour."