As he said that, his black cold eyes turned to Bai Mo.

“…”

The God in this article smiled so obscurely that you have seen this...

Bai Mo immediately sneered at the corner of his lips and changed to a expressionless look—

Oh, because I can't even laugh at such a scumbag male lead.

When he saw the woman in a young outfit in front of him, he calmed the smile on his face for a moment. Although it was ridicule, it still made Nangong Yu's eyes darken.

Why, Murong Ge seems to be very resistant and disgusted with him?

This shouldn't be his illusion...

Thinking of this, Nangong Yu couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Murong, do you hate me?"

"How dare you?" Bai Mo replied expressionlessly.

Two words, the perfunctory attitude can be seen.

Bai Mo thought, you should be defeated and retreated, right?

But, Nangong Yu was still reluctant to give up and insisted on finding out the final tone, saying:

"Why did Mr. Murong just smile? As soon as I spoke, you turned a little calmer?"

Didn’t you just want to see her laugh?

Bai Mo smiled at Nangong Yu and stopped laughing, then put away his fake smile and said coldly: "Because I am not an actor on the stage, I don't like to laugh in this red sleeve trick."

“…”

This reason is too powerful.

He is so powerful that even His Royal Highness, who is cold-faced in the iceberg, cannot find any words to refute.

However, Nangong Yu's face suddenly fell, and his already cold eyebrows were even more chilling at this moment.

Bai Mo was unmoved and looked at Nangong Yu, without giving in to his aura, but he was not inferior to him at all.

At this time, Nangong Xu came out to smooth things over, "Fourth brother, Murong Xiao... Young Master, what's wrong with you? It's just a matter of laughter. Why bother to compete and make such a stalemate?"

“…”

“…”

Neither Bai Mo nor Nangong Yu spoke, but they both withdrew their eyes and looked at the stage not far away.

Because of the incident of the prince of Mobei, Hongxiuzhao's mother had no choice but to walk from behind to the front stage.

"Oh, it turns out that it is the Eighth Prince of Mobei. You came to our Red Sleeve Sketch from afar, and it is so bright..."

Hongxiuzhao's mother has been with tourists in this brothel for most of her life, with a broad vision and knowledge.

Especially for some people with noble identities, they should pay special attention. If they do not have some insight, they will definitely not be able to do so.

She waved the round fan and walked to the stage with a plump and graceful figure. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and determined her identity based on the person's clothes and the token pendant on her waist.

As soon as you open your mouth, you will be greeted with a polite smile, which makes people feel relieved when you hear it. It is difficult to feel disgusted when you first impression.

The Eighth Prince of Mobei saw Hong Xiuzhao's mother coming out, and his eyes were very unkind. After hearing her smile and greeting words, his expression couldn't help but ease.

"Let me go, you let me go..."

The Eighth Prince of Mobei forced his arms to hold the struggling Fengxian with a firm and powerful arms... No, it should be Feng Qingcheng's slim waist.

Looking at Hongxiuzhao's mother with a look of disdain, she took out a thick stack of silver notes—

"I like this beauty. Just talk about how much money I want. If it is not enough, I still have it here!"

As he spoke heroically, the Eighth Prince of Mobei took out a stack of silver notes from his arms.
Chapter completed!