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iters to lighting, art... a top-notch crew in China wouldn't be able to make Wen Nuan famous Hell, even a sow could be made famous!” 。Most importantly, he couldn't stand Han Bi. He swore in his heart...Mo Yao let out a breath without showing any emotion. His Xiaobai had arrived, though two hours later than expected, he was still happy. Mo Yao's happiness sometimes came in peculiar ways; stoic and poker-faced, it was impossible to tell if he was happy or not.

Mò Xiǎobái had already changed into his pajamas, and as soon as he lifted the covers, he lay down. He was used to sleeping with Mò Yáo, and it felt normal to him. He couldn't sleep well without Mò Yáo by his side. Although sometimes in the middle of the night, when he woke up and saw himself hugging Mò Yáo tightly, he felt a little awkward, he still really liked sleeping beside Mò Yáo. 。't just let Mo Xiaobai continue like this, otherwise he'll really fall.Mo Yao gripped Mo Xiaobai's mischievous hand, saying in a low voice, "Stop it, or I'll be angry."Mo Xiaobai immediately stopped w...