Xiao Mo thought to himself, suddenly feeling an even stronger desire to possess the petite woman before him.
Lu Zhaozhao, seeing Xiao Mo fall silent, nodded at him, "Then wait for news from my husband."
After saying that, Lu Zhaozhao didn't look back and walked straight away.
Xiao Mo watched Lu Zhaozhao's delicate and tiny figure getting further and further away, and a smile involuntarily curled up at the corners of his mouth.
"Do you have a thing for Lu Zhaozhao?" Suddenly, a voice came through.
Xiao Mo turned around, and just in time saw a beautiful woman standing in front of him.
His eyebrows rose slightly, not particularly surprised.
With his status and looks, he had been hit on more than a few times.
Xiao Mo smiled gently as a gentleman, "Is this classmate a friend of Zhaozhao?"
Xia Wenjin's face forced a smile, "She and I are just classmates, not really friends, but if you're after her status as the Lu Family's heiress, I'd advise you to save it, she's a fake."