"Brother~"
Chu Yao tugged at his shirt, swinging it back and forth, a motion invisible to others. Her slow-motion-like tugging managed to pull Mo Tingshen's shirt out of his pants a bit.
He knocked her hand away with an expressionless face, "Just speak properly, don't touch."
"Then are we having hot pot or not?"
Mo Tingshen glanced at her, "I'll take you, but if Sister Mi catches you, you're the one getting scolded. I'm not covering for you."
"Alright then!"
Anyway, with him by her side, Sister Mi wouldn't dare say anything.
Mo Tingshen held her as they walked out, still with many unwilling-to-leave fans outside the airport. They watched Chu Yao from afar without disturbing her, witnessing their goddess being embraced by their god into the car.
"Isn't that the CEO of Shengjing? He's Sister Yao's boss. They have such a good relationship."
