912 Mo Jiu Sending Candies

"Toilet, to release myself." Bo Jiu stood there, her brows arched as if to ask if he was going to let someone do this on behalf of her as well.

This time, Qin Mo didn't get anyone to do it on her behalf. He lowered his lids and replied calmly, "Together."

Bo Jiu: …

The interviewer hadn't left, or more accurate, the interview team hadn't left. The livestream was over and the cameras were off, but they were still around.

After listening to their conversation, the crew members pretended to look elsewhere as they continued to eavesdrop.

"Brother Mo, are you going to watch over me the entire day?" The youngster smiled slyly.

Qin Mo swept her a glance. "Those with a bad record have to be watched over tightly."

Hence, in the Almighty's eyes, she was someone with a 'bad record'. Bo Jiu couldn't help feeling sullen over it.

At this moment, a certain someone lifted her chin.