When Xia Mo heard Junyuan's words, her heart pounded.
She looked at the man in the driver's seat. Actually, his appearance was not striking like Young Master Huo at first glance, but belonged to a type where he was clean, handsome and looked better the more one looked at him. He had a straight nose, lips with a pleasing shape and long eyelashes that made people envy him upon closer inspection.
Xia Mo dug her fingernails into her palm, reminding herself not to be charmed by his sweet words.
"I like Sister Yanran and Sister Tangtang. Me helping her has nothing to do with you."
Junyuan could not help laughing, the dimple in his right cheek deepening. Xia Mo quickly turned her head away, not looking at him. "Doctor, don't think I'll kneel in front of your pants because of your flirting."
"I seldom wear formal pants."
