Mo Chuxi's sexy, deep voice was like a sharp blade that directly sliced towards Ling Siyu.
The Mo family's young mistress?!
What did that mean?!
Ling Siyu froze for two seconds before snapping her head up.
The mottled golden rays of the sunset fell lightly on Mo Chuxi's resolute, handsome face, drawing every single gaze irresistibly to him.
And the bouquet of stunningly vivid blue roses in his hand was even more breathtaking!
It was actually Young Master Mo!
But what did he just say?
Just as Ling Siyu was spiraling into confusion, panic, and bewilderment, Mo Chuxi strode to Yan Xinxin's side. Handing her the bouquet of blue roses, he also clasped her hand.
"Sorry, wifey. I had to wait for the blue roses I ordered from the street next door to be delivered from overseas, so I'm late."
Mo Chuxi explained, his tone sounding perfectly reasonable.
