Unexpectedly, he actually wrote such a thing. Besides seeing Xiao Moli's signature, she really hadn't seen his handwriting.
Xiao Moli's handwriting was beautiful, just like him—clean and refreshing, yet full of strength.
Reading it word by word, trying not to laugh, An Ziqi was already holding her stomach, collapsed on the sofa in laughter.
"Did you stay out last night just to write this?"
If she took this to an auction, with Xiao Moli's numerous die-hard fans, it should fetch quite a bit of money, right?
However, before his "wife fans" and "girlfriend fans" bought it, they would probably want to kill her first.
With a calm demeanor, Xiao Moli collected the lunchbox in his hands, leaned over her from the sofa, and with a smirk, said, "Happy now?"
In his dark, deep eyes, there was an abundance of affection.
Since he met her, he kept breaking all his principles, doing all sorts of foolish things.
He, a dignified CEO, was now even writing a self-reflection.
