His hand moved around, stroking back and forth as he was incredibly frustrated. As someone who was loved by all, Mo Xiaobai rarely used his right hand for this purpose; now, however, in a city novel setting...,His blood heated up more intensely than ever before; the sensation was a hundred times more intense than anything in previous encounters. Just thinking that his brother was outside and he had reacted due to him made Mo Xiaobai feel like slamming into the wall would be preferable.,Moxiao Bai was curious about what Moyaoyao was doing, but when he approached, Moyaoyao had closed the chat page. Moxiao Bai thought to himself that the boss was a typical workaholic and considered chatting as a waste of time.。