Mo Chen came to Ling Lang.
Ling Lang was reading a medical book at the moment.
"Sir, please take a look, can I use my mouth now?"
"If you couldn't use your mouth, how are you talking to me?"
Ling Lang didn't even look up, he just poured himself a cup of tea and drank.
Mo Chen crouched down, bringing his sight level with Ling Lang's, and said directly, "What I'm asking is if my mouth can be…"
He puckered his lips and made a kissing motion.
The action startled Ling Lang so much he spilled the tea from his cup: "What, what are you trying to do?"
The tea spilled onto his robe, and he quickly stood up and dusted it off.
"I'm too old for this, you shouldn't prank me like this!"
Mo Chen realized his mistake: "Sir, I wanted to ask if my mouth is ready to kiss Yin Shuang yet?"
Only then did Ling Lang sit down, giving him an annoyed glance.
