"Huo..."
Mu Lan hadn't expected to be caught red-handed, and seeing Huo Tingxiao's demeanor, she was even more uncertain about how much of their conversation he had overheard.
Mu Huaifeng glanced at his sister, frustrated by her pathetic appearance to the point where he almost had a heart attack. He couldn't understand what was so great about Huo Tingxiao that she would go to such lengths for him.
"Good, I was just thinking of talking to you."
After saying that, he deliberately sent Mu Lan off to buy two cups of coffee, to which she blurted out without thinking:
"No, Huo Tingxiao has a bad stomach, he shouldn't drink it."
Mu Huaifeng's expression soured.
"I have a good stomach, I'll drink it."
Mu Lan pursed her lips and turned to walk towards the elevator.
The last time the two men met, there had been a tense atmosphere.
Mu Huaifeng was seething inside, finding him very disagreeable, but since Mu Lan liked him, he had to accept him for her sake.