Chapter 492

Blake stopped, looked at him with his head tilted, and walked back to the sofa with a glass of wine in his hand.

Mo Feitong also glanced at him and threw over the doll in his hand. Blake reached out to catch it easily. The MVP for the university league was not bought.

Mo Feitong, who was also standing in Blake's position, held the remote control lever and aimed at a pink pig inside. He suddenly said, "You really don't care about the little mute?"

Blake stopped drinking and stared at the little yellow chicken with gold-rimmed glasses on the tea table. He said lightly, "It means that everything she does has nothing to do with me from now on."

"She has to learn to face those things outside. I can't always clean up the mess for her family."

"Pah!" With a loud sound, Mo Feitong's palm felt slightly numb. He turned his head and glared at Blake. He was so angry that he almost died of anger.

He strode over to Blake, narrowed his eyes, and looked at him carefully, hoping to see a trace of