Linda could talk to Huan Yu's president like friends.
But in front of Mo Yesi, she couldn't let go. The fear and nervousness in her heart came from her bones.
It was as if people were born to fear God.
Mo Yesi nodded as a form of greeting.
"Take good care of her," he said in a low voice. "I've handed her to you. You have to take good care of her for me."
"Chairman Mo, don't worry." Linda lowered her head. "We'll take good care of Mianmian."
"That's good." Mo Yesi didn't speak to them anymore. He reached out to Qiao Mianmian, gesturing for her to approach him.
"Is there anything else?"
Before the door closed, Qiao Mianmian walked over and got into the car.
Mo Yesi wrapped his arm around her waist and tightened his grip. Qiao Mianmian had no choice but to lean closer to him.
The moment she lowered her head, he kissed her.
