"Mr. Tu, thank you for stepping forward to help Mianmian." Mo Yesi wrapped an arm around Qiao Mianmian's waist and pulled her into his embrace as if he was declaring his sovereignty in front of everyone. "If you hadn't stepped forward in time, I don't dare to imagine the consequences.
"You've done Mianmian a huge favor. I'm afraid we won't be able to fully repay it."
Tu Yilei's gaze fell on the arm around Qiao Mianmian's waist, and his already dull eyes became even more lifeless.
He suppressed the bitterness in his heart and forced a smile. "Mr. Mo, you're too polite. This isn't a favor. You don't owe me anything, you don't have to repay me. Under such circumstances, as a man, I have to step forward.
"I just did what most men would do. You don't have to owe me anything."
Mo Yesi smiled. "You're right, but Mianmian does owe Mr. Tu a favor."
