once again slammed into Mu Shaocheng's face. This time, it struck him squarely in the bridge of his nose.The Night Owl disdainfully flung off the hand gripping his collar, and Mu Shaocheng collapsed... a fake arrogance. 。Zhou Ling'er also knew that Xiaohong didn't like him, but as long as Xiaohong didn't touch his bottom line, he wouldn't care or pay attention. 。Anyway, as long as he found his sist...