"Um..." Did these two really have to be so lovey-dovey in front of her?
The woman's crying echoed through the hallway, Su Mo growing impatient, she tapped Mo Yan signaling him to move aside.
"I mean, senior, are you ever going to stop crying?"
Chu Mengyao's crying immediately ceased, she raised her hand to wipe her tears and sobbed, "I'm so sorry, I should have let the meteor kill me, I shouldn't have let Mo Yan save me."
"Don't talk like that," Mo Yan comforted, patting her shoulder, and said softly to Su Mo, "Su Mo, be careful with your words."
"I think she's quite self-aware," Lu Chen, who had been leaning against the door without speaking, glanced at Chu Mengyao, then rubbed the top of Su Mo's head disdainfully, "Do you even know this kind of person?"
"Exactly," Su Mo pouted, nodding her head.
Being so blatantly mocked, Chu Mengyao's tears started flowing again. She looked at Su Mo with eyes full of endless grievance, "Momo, are you blaming me for stealing Mo Yan?"