Xiu Yingying turned to Mo Baichuan, "Cousin, are you really willing to tell me?"
She had asked Mo Baichuan many times before, but he always evaded saying he didn't know Mo Baichuan.
"I will speak without reservation," Mo Baichuan said.
Xiu Yingying smiled, walked over, and took Mo Baichuan's arm, "Then tell me, who exactly is Mr. Mog!"
She had been in Beijing for so long yet still hadn't figured out who Mr. Mog really was...
If she continued to wait like this, she'd turn from a young girl into an old maid.
Mo Baichuan frowned slightly, "Yingying, haven't I told you? I don't know Mr. Mog. How many more times do I need to say it?"
"Cousin, stop lying to me! I know you definitely know Mr. Mog!"
