Mo Xiaoman glanced at Tang Die's ring and smiled, "Little Butterfly has a boyfriend now? Why didn't you tell your second sister? How does he look? Is he good to you?"
"He..." Tang Die's voice was as weak as a mosquito's buzz, "He's very good to me..."
When mentioning her lover, a hint of sweetness emerged in Tang Die's usually dull eyes, bringing her boring features to life for a moment.
Chu Xiaoyu exchanged a glance with Mo Xiaoman, both with a hint of laughter in their eyes.
Love is indeed a magical thing, capable of transforming a person.
However, for them, everything had long been predestined, and ordinary love was naturally something impossible.
During dinner, Mo Hexuan slowly came downstairs. Despite having been back for so long, this was his first time coming down for a meal. It appeared to be because of Chu Xiaoyu, which made Mo Dong a bit relieved.
He was worried about how he would explain things to Chu Xiaoyu if Mo Hexuan didn't come down.
