"..."
Qiao Ruoxin couldn't help but lightly slap the man's back, glaring at him.
This dog of a man was really petty when it came to emotions, nitpicking over every little thing.
Mo Chen looked down at her indignantly glaring with those beautiful eyes, her cute face framed by fury, his large hand caressing her waist, "Try glaring at me one more time?"
The air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
"Ahem..."
The private detective, having had enough of watching the couple's display, finally couldn't stand it and coughed twice. If it went on like this, when would they ever get to the main point, to discuss serious matters?
Only then did Qiao Ruoxin realize there was someone else present, and smiled awkwardly, her cheeks unable to stop blushing.