On the opposite high building, Mo Xuetong picked the curtain, and fixed her clear and charming eyes intently on what was happening. She felt the sulk brought by Mo Xueqiong dispersed completely with the show, which made her cheer up and smile brightly.

"Okay. You've seen enough. Just sit down. Look at you, not like King Xuan's Consort." Feng Yuran reached out his hands and pulled her back with some indulgence.

Mo Xuetong touched her neck, and it was kind of stiff. ...