She found that she was increasingly at a loss for words in front of Mo Xiyan.
It wasn't that she had nothing to say, but his words always left her without a reason to refuse.
Mo Xiyan was like a master psychologist, clearly understanding what she wanted and always appearing when she was most helpless, extending a warm hand.
"Still feeling sleepy? Want to sleep a bit longer? I'll take you to meet someone this afternoon."
"Who?"
Ning Yanan looked at him, puzzled.
Mo Xiyan smiled casually, with a hint of mystery.
"A person who can help you out of a tough spot, so you need to rest well and prepare. If you can give a spectacular performance, it would be a great help to me."
"..."
Ning Yanan was confused by what he said.
Just as she was about to ask further, Mo Xiyan made a shushing gesture.
"Just take good care of yourself, leave the rest to me."
"Mo Xiyan, I haven't decided yet..." Yanan hadn't yet voiced her refusal when Mo Xiyan's finger pressed against her lips.
