I Won't Sell My Faith For Money

Wen Xin and Lisa sat down beside Mu Chengxi and naturally crossed their legs. Their posture was that of a boss, and it was extremely arrogant.

Mu Chengxi looked at Wen Xin and seemed to have noticed that something was not right with Wen Xin's mood. She was wild and fierce. It was obvious that someone had made her unhappy again.

"Did you encounter anything on the way? Why are you so agitated?" Mu Chengxi pulled Wen Xin's hand and asked in a gentle and doting voice.

The people from Class Twenty seated around them quieted down when they heard Mu Chengxi's words. They looked in Wen Xin's direction with concern in their eyes.

"Nothing much. I'm just guessing that Monchitov will give Geng Qiu some help today. But it's not a big problem. If Monchitov is a smart person, he probably won't accept a disciple with a stain."