C1218 Happiness

At this moment, Mo Yu was like a psychic. She could guess what Zhang Xiaodong was thinking. Thinking about it, Zhang Xiaodong was at a loss. He did not know where to start. Mo Yu knew what he was thinking, but he did not know what she was thinking. He just laughed. He did not know what Mo Yu was thinking. She wanted him to say it, but he did not want to say so much