The Jerk, Mo Fan

Translator: XephiZ                Editor: Aelryinth

The piercing voice babbled never-endingly beside Mo Fan's ear...

It had been a while since Ai Tutu went into her room, but her grumbling was too magical. It would not go away easily in a short period of time.

Mo Fan laid down on the couch and let out a relieved sigh.

Boss Zhan Kong must have told something to his friends. Even though they were not assured that he was still alive, at least they knew that he did not die as the public was told.

Many were surely worried about him during this period of time.

It did feel great knowing someone was worried about him. Being content with living a solitary life was in fact just an attempt at self-comforting. Everyone needed a sense of belonging. If your existence did not bring any difference to the others, especially those whom you cared about, you might as well as be dead, or simply find a new place to start over again.

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