"Shushu," Meng Yunjing's clear voice rang out beside her ear, "Jennifer is talking to you."
Jennifer was an Italian scarf designer whose works were very famous. Many top brands had paid a hefty price to poach her, but she loved her freedom and did not want to be tied to any company.
Mo Shu's face broke into a smile again, and she apologized in Italian, "I'm sorry, I was just lost in thought."
Jennifer really liked Mo Shu; hearing her apologize made her face light up with adoration, "Sweetheart, you're too sweet, I can't bear to blame you."
Mo Shu grinned, her gaze drifting once more toward Yu Siqiao.
What was this guy trying to do?
Yu Siqiao, whose gentle demeanor was barely there to begin with, now had only a remnant of it left. His eyes were somewhat cold, and after glaring at her from across several people, he quickly walked away.
Mo Shu: ???
Is this man crazy???
Yu Siqiao turned around and pinched himself hard.
Crazy!
What was he doing over there?
