Mo Shu pushed him away, "No, just a playmate. What's there to be jealous about?"
Yu Siqiao, however, was in high spirits, smiling, "Really?"
"Ha, I'm not a vinegar jar. What's there to be jealous about?"
"Then I'll have the chance to introduce you two sometime."
Mo Shu choked for a moment, then huffily punched him, "Get lost!"
Yu Siqiao was overjoyed, and as he walked around, he wore a smile that clearly showed he was pleased as punch.
Everyone knew Yu Siqiao and they all knew what kind of person he was; it was very rare to see Yu Siqiao with such an expression.
And Mo Shu always had the same smile. After making her rounds, she was even full from drinking water.
"Si Qiao, you're here! Look at me, I'm late," a middle-aged woman's voice said. Mo Shu looked over to see a woman in her forties, beaming with a smile. When she saw Mo Shu, she gasped in amazement, "Oh my gosh, is this my niece-in-law? She's so beautiful!"
Mo Shu kept her trademark beautiful smile, "Are you auntie?"
