C59 Wasn't It Just an Autograph

The room suddenly fell into a very awkward atmosphere.

Lee Mo sat on the sofa and rubbed his nose as if he was doing some research. Su Yueqing sat by the bed with a red face. When she thought of her actions and scream just now, her neck felt hot. Why was she so excited?

"Lee Mo, buy me clothes. I can't always wear your clothes, right?" Su Yueqing bit her lower lip and said.

"Okay