"Xiangyang, when have I ever been frail enough to be knocked over by a breeze?" Yan Xin said with a smile, "You've taken such good care of me, are you still worried something might happen to me? Don't worry, I'm very well."
"Hey, Xiao Xin, babe." Mo Lao Si leaned against the wall with a smile and waved to Yan Xin.
Feeling helpless, Wen Xiangyang had no choice but to let Mo Lao Si mooch another meal at her place. As soon as he finished, without another word, she chased him out. No matter how Mo Lao Si flirtatiously coaxed her, she turned a blind eye.
Seeing that Wen Xiangyang had no intention of opening the door again, Mo Lao Si whistled, hands in his pockets, turned around, hopped down the stairs, landed on his motorcycle, blew a kiss to Wen Xiangyang, and with a roar, sped away into the distance.
Wen Xiangyang furrowed her brows, watching the direction in which Mo Lao Si had left. Recently, she always felt that he was probing something.
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