Buhui raised her head to look at him, her gaze clear and cold. She straightforwardly said, "Is it because of that girl you mentioned, Qianqian? Mr. Mo, I am not that girl, my name is Buhui."
Mo Beichen squinted at her, and after a moment, he reached out his hand, "Buhui, let's get to know each other again. I'm Mo Beichen. Please take care of me from now on."
Buhui stared in a daze at his hand. She hadn't expected Mo Beichen's reaction to be so unconventional. From what she knew of him, he wouldn't be the type to be so persistent with a woman.
When Mo Beichen saw she hadn't moved for a long time, he leaned in to grip her wrist, gently shaking her hand with his other one. He smiled slyly, "Now that we are reacquainted, may I pursue you?"
Buhui was dumbfounded, looking at him. Since when did Mo Beichen become so thick-skinned?
