"Let's go." He smiled at her slightly and turned to walk into the hotel.
Qiao Mo was beguiled by that smile of his, leaving her no thought to look at others, her mind blank as she followed him into the hotel.
Inside the hotel, it was a world of dazzling lights, splendid and resplendent.
"Xiao Mo... Our little Mo is truly becoming more and more beautiful!" said Old Mrs. Qiao.
From the moment Qiao Mo appeared, she immediately greeted her, her old face full of wrinkles yet clearly showing genuine happiness.
Several aunts immediately began to flatter her, as if they weren't the same people who had torn faces earlier.
Song Yuqin just gave a warm smile, Qiao Yin wore a white dress, glanced at Qiao Mo, snorted coldly, still dissatisfied.
Yet even so, this scene made Qiao Mo feel somewhat warm.
Even though she knew they might be happy because they thought the Qiao family had now attached themselves to the big tree of the Fu family.
