"Regarding the clothing factory, I've never been in charge of it. When Mo Kun first took charge of the company, he took charge of the few most important projects himself…"
Zheng Yan could no longer hear what Mo Yongheng was saying.
Her eyes were staring straight at the mug in his hand and the spot where he had drunk from.
She remembered that she had drunk from that same spot earlier as well.
So, were they considered to have kissed indirectly?
Zheng Yan gulped down her saliva anxiously and simply continued to stare blankly at Mo Yongheng. As she continued staring, she suddenly realized that his fingers were really good-looking.
They were porcelain-white and slender, and the shape of his bones was also accentuated.
He was just holding his mug casually and leaning against his chair, his mouth quivering as he spoke to Nian Xiaomu sitting opposite him.
They were discussing what was amiss with the clothing factory…
