Qiao Mianmian struggled a little, embarrassed. But when she felt the arms around her waist tighten, she quickly gave up resistance.
Then, she obediently let Mo Yesi hold her.
Although she couldn't see Qiao Chen's expression at the moment, she could almost guess it.
Her face was a little hot, and a light blush appeared on her fair cheeks. Pursing her lips, she whispered back, "Yes, it's solved."
The man's warm big hand pinched the soft flesh on the girl's waist, then he turned his head to look out the window before saying to Uncle Li, "Let's go."
"Yes, Young Master."
Uncle Li started the car and glanced out the window.
He saw a young man in a white suit at the gate of the villa, staring at them.
Although that man wasn't as good-looking as his Young Master, he was still considered handsome.
He was considered outstanding among ordinary people.
