"Let's go, Silver Mask King." Tang Mo'er was about to leave.
A deep, magnetic voice rang in her ears. "Sister, hold on for a bit. I'll change my clothes and go with you."
Tang Mo'er turned around to look at Lu Yeming, her lashes fluttered gently. "There's no need for you to come, Yeming. Silver Mask King has a chauffeur who will take me back."
Lu Yeming remained expressionless. "I will accompany you."
Turning around, he went upstairs.
Tang Mo'er watched her younger brother from the back and her heart melted at his protectiveness. Her younger brother had grown up, he had become so overbearing now.
…
A few limousines stopped on the lawn of the Snow Mountain Residence and Tang Mo'er got down the limousine.
The car window wound down, revealing Lu Yeming's handsome face. Tang Mo'er waved at him. "Yeming, I'll go in first. Wait for me here."
Lu Yeming sat in the back and smiled. "Okay."
