Edited by White Whale “Time for lunch, darling.” Su Mo’s first impression on Xing Biao was that he was detestable. “Don’t call me darling.” “Then, wifey?” Xing Biao tried pushing his luck. Su Mo took the walking stick and lunged it at Xing Biao without saying a word. Xing Biao rushed to the door. “Why do you play with the ...