The Load on Mosen's Mind (1)

Li Jianyue did not dwell much about it after receiving Li Mosen's reply.

She then turned, stuck her arms to her waist and raised her eyebrows at her friends arrogantly. "Come on, let's begin!" she exclaimed arrogantly.

Everyone could tell that Li Jianyue was brimming with confidence when they saw her stance.

Li Moyun was strongly against the sitting arrangement and quickly waved his hands in objection, "No way. Brother Mosen can't sit here. Let's change our positions!"

"No, you want to bully me, don't you?" Li Jianyue rejected. "Besides, Brother Mosen and I might be on opposing teams."

"Even so, that won't do. He'll never kill you," said Li Moyun, who had seen through everything a long time ago. "You're taking advantage of the fact that you have Brother Mosen on your side. Do you even dare to play the game by yourself?" he scorned.

Li Jianyue laughed shamelessly and retorted, "I don't."