She is not some teenager he has to cuddle.

Just as he had thought, his brother was half glaring at him and half waiting to throw him out.

"Ahaha..sister in law, what is with that look, are you falling for me?"

Folawe then realises, she might have been staring at him for long and a little inappropriatly too. She waved her hand at his face and laughs awkwardly.

"No no...I am just comparing how you look so much like your dad and President Mo only has the mono lid eyes. You even have the same birthmark on your left cheek as your dad. Ahhh..blood!" She felt amused. She too looks exactly like her mother.

Jasom calms his mind and Ambrose also settles back in his seat. "Sigh...what can I say? Young master has a dashing beauty." He shamelessly praises himself.

She had known that he would try to prise himself so she didnt feel surprised when he did. "Can I try something on you?" She asks with pleading eyes.