In the end, Yin Weiyi really found a notebook and asked Bo Yimo for his signature. Bo Yimo, being quite the gentleman, signed his name for her.
Tong Yan's gaze fell on Bo Yimo's slender fingertips. His fingertips were clean and fair, quite beautiful, instantly attracting people's attention.
It seemed impossible to find a flaw on him, perfect enough to make all men feel ashamed and jealous, and to drive all women insane with infatuation.
Yin Weiyi tucked the signed notebook away, patted Tong Yan on the shoulder, leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Honestly, when did you start flirting with Young Master Mo?"
Flirting?
"It's just because of work, I've only met him a few times," Tong Yan was deeply embarrassed. Could the words be any worse? She sneaked a glance at Bo Yimo, whose expression was calm, as if he hadn't heard her words.
Yin Weiyi let out a knowing "oh," chuckling but saying no more.
