Chapter 708

tly, "Only you would dare say that about her.""Such a talentless person! Cut!" Lin Ning wasn't impressed. The whole crew was laughing at the renowned director's and Han Bi’s expense; yet Director Lin...Chapter 708

The man wearing a skull mask appeared especially eerie under the night sky. Mo Xiaobai, crying and shouting in distress, thought to himself, "Oh my God! Is he conscious If I had known it would be like this, why did I waste so much of my youth糾結來糾結去？ Damn it老大你也太警惕了吧，其實這樣對我們都好嘛。”

"You" The man's voice was cold. Even in such a pathetic state, Mo Xiaobai still managed to exude his irresistible charm. He tried to wave and greet Mo Yao, but found that his hands were restrained. So he waved with the other hand, grinning foolishly. "Hey, boss, it’s me, Xiao Bai."

The man's knees infused with strength as he asked sternly, "What are you doing here"

Mo Xiaobai whistled and laughed in a typical rogue manner. Infusing his knees with even more strength, Mo Xiaobai hurried to beg for mercy. "Ouch, even though my martial arts skills might be better than yours, you can't get so angry because of that, right We've both tried this already; practice makes perfect, ah ah ah ah, brother, please spare me... my sternum is about to break..."

The man was furious. He had been sleeping and only woke up when he noticed some movement at the door. He waited for the enemy to approach, but instead of attacking him immediately, they watched him for a while. Finally, when he managed to subdue his opponent, he found that this enemy acted like a madman. How could an enemy act this way, especially one who was so charming and adorable while laughing

Mo Xiaobai held onto Mo Yao's knees with one hand. Oh my God, do you really need to be this harsh He silently noted it in his heart and begged, "Hey, brother, could you lift your foot a bit higher You’re going to crush me. Of course, if you prefer another method, I'm more than willing; absolutely welcome."

For a whole year, since Mu Yue's disappearance, he had been in a state of madness, almost falling into despair multiple times. He helplessly shed tears. Upon finally seeing Mu Yue again, Mu Xiaobai immediately switched to being a source of joy, no longer continuing his melancholic prince act. There were many things weighing on his heart, and now he knew how to slowly push them down. He could also manage his own emotions; even if his mood was important to him, it wasn't as crucial as knowing that Mu Yue was alive. Moreover, Mu Xiaobai firmly believed that if he continued with the melancholic act, Boss would definitely not recognize him.

Therefore, he had to change his approach to one familiar to Mu Yue—that of lively little white.

"Brother, can you lift your feet I won't harm you. Close your eyes and ask yourself, will I hurt you" Mu Xiaobai asked with a sigh.

The man answered decisively, "I would!"

Mu Xiaobai pretended to be heartbroken, saying, "Brother, look, even if I wanted to fight back, I can't beat you. Please lift your feet; it's really going to break my ribs. I'm the cutest little brother of yours, and killing a younger brother is asking for divine punishment."

Mu Xiaobai's performance was nothing like that of an assassin; he didn't seem capable of causing any harm, so the man relaxed his grip. As soon as he did, Mu Xiaobai sprang up in one fluid motion, not appearing to be in pain from broken ribs at all. The man was taken aback and instinctively tried to restrain him again, but Mu Xiaobai hugged him with both arms instead. The man quickly dodged, and Mu Xiaobai missed his target, becoming enraged. He pointed an accusing finger at the man while charging at him again; the man dodged once more. Undeterred, Mu Xiaobai kept charging forward, and the man found this annoying. He kicked Mu Xiaobai off the bed.

With a loud thud, even though there was a thick carpet underneath, landing from over a hundred pounds wasn't like foam hitting the ground. Mu Xiaobai lay on the carpet, pounding it with his fists. "You've never treated me this way before! Ahhhhhh, where is justice!"

The man was not cooperating with Mo Baixue's antics and sat calmly on the bed. After getting up from the floor, Mo Baixue disregarded his opposition, plopped down on him, and lay there leisurely.

"Brother, stop pretending already. I'm Bai Ah, there's no one else here, why won't you acknowledge me Even if I did something wrong that made you angry, it’s been a year now, shouldn’t you have had enough of being mad at me by now You punished me for a whole year, isn’t that punishment enough Please don't treat me like this anymore" Since he entered the room, Mo Baixue seriously talked to him for once. The man thought that perhaps his mental breakdown wasn't complete and considered it an improvement.

He seemed puzzled but spoke with a cold, hoarse voice, "Why do you always call me 'brother'"

Making a pause, Mo Baixue got up from the bed again and crawled to the man's front. "Brother, did you lose your memory Do you not remember anything about the past"

The man nodded. Mo Baixue pounded on the bed in frustration; his heart hurt so much. Fate was truly a cruel stepmother; he had just quit drugs and recovered from amnesia when Mo Yao made him forget again

Why did such melodramatic events keep happening to him Was it really true that he deserved torture Watching Mo Baixue twitch as he pounded the bed, Mo Yao gave him a cool glance but didn't react further.

"I'm your little brother. You're called Mo Yao and I'm called Mo Bai. I am…" Pausing for a moment, Mo Baixue continued. The man coldly stared at him and icily uttered three words: "Impossible!"

Moxiao Bai nearly jumped up in excitement, "Why is it impossible" He pointed at his own face and said, "Look, look, how much I resemble you! I really am your brother..."

"You don’t look anything alike," the man said coolly. "But you are rather good-looking."

Moxiao Bai’s heart bloomed with joy, "Brother, even though you’ve forgotten me, your words just now have earned my forgiveness. Our sense of aesthetics hasn't changed — that's commendable."

The man said coldly, "There is no way you are my brother."

"Why" Moxiao Bai was in a good mood and didn’t yell as he asked.

Moxiao Bai pounded the bed with his fist and stared at him wide-eyed.ed to stay a few more days to watch Fei Mo, but the words died in her throat. Wushuang knew what she meant and laughed heartily as she said, "I'm not a doctor; I can't be of much use here. Someone els...