"Brother Mo, in the motorcade, no woman dares to approach him." Yan Dong finally managed to squeeze out this sentence.
Tang Yue: ...
It's a nice thing to say, but it sounded less like choosing a husband and more like selecting talent.
Mo Xiaolin hurriedly added, "Xiao Yue, Si Yu is not the kind of man who flirts around, you are the first person he has treated specially."
After that, Zhao Xiangqian and a few others couldn't stop praising Mo Siyu, their enthusiasm made it seem like he was an old bachelor desperate for a wife.
Mo Siyu cleared his throat and his face suddenly became stern, asking, "Xiao Li, Xiang Qian, Dongzi, have you finished your tasks?"
"Brother Mo, everything's settled, we came over to check up," Li Wei quickly replied.
Tang Yue stood to the side, quietly pocketing the apple; she glanced at Li Wei a few extra times, thinking that he would likely be the one always by Mo Siyu's side.
