Mo Xuan tried to tug on the little man's clothes, and sure enough, he heard the sound of air-conditioning sucking in. He suddenly felt mischievous and tugged a few more times.
Mo Xuan snickered in his heart, raised his head and glanced at Mo Yihuan, but was stunned.
Under the moonlight, the little man looked at himself with tears.
Mo Xuan suddenly stopped his hand. Oh my god, brother, you make me feel like I'm bullying an underage child.
Mo Xuan sighed and said: "Okay, it's my fault, I shouldn't bully you. Don't cry."
"Who's crying?" Mo Yihuan shouted angrily.
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