C4708 Myopia

The gazes of the surrounding people moved, and finally landed on Yuan Ke.

Yuan Ke's face was ice-cold. She stretched out her hand to grab the puzzled Mo Xixue, then kept backing off.

"What did you say?" Jiao Shuo's gaze was ice-cold.

"He's not lame at all!" Yuan Ke's voice was ice-cold.

"Do you have evidence? Haven't you seen the news? "He got injured from slapping his leg