C47 Not even a fart

Right now, Lan Kexin was on the verge of becoming immune to Mu Cheng's love words, and she would even tease him a little.

It was the final day of the exam, and the exam was in English. Mu Cheng had just left the examination hall, and he was smiling indifferently.

It seemed that he was a bit pretentious. After all, in the past, the worst English that Mu Cheng could learn was English