Tang Mo'er blinked her thick lashes. "Hmph, it's fine if you don't want to then. You're not getting to touch them even if you wanted to."
With that said Tang Mo'er turned to look at Little Ling, who was in Huo Beichen's arms. "Nice to meet you, Miss Ling. I think you should open your eyes wider when you look for a boyfriend. There are so many more men richer and better in bed than Young Master Huo!"
Tang Mo'er left after proclaiming that.
She dared to leave?
Huo Beichen looked at Tang Mo'er's delicate departing figure. His hands hanging by his side formed into fists.
At this moment, the black-clad bodyguard laughed.
"Boss, don't listen to Tang Mo'er's rubbish words. In our eyes, you're the richest and the best in bed!"
"That's right boss, Tang Mo'er is nowhere near as pretty as Little Ling. Her figure sucks too, and she's so ugly."
