Lan Xiao was stunned. He was a little confused by his sudden kiss.
Chuchu, what are you doing? we're in public. You're slurping, you're slurping. Lan Xiao's eyes scanned the surroundings and saw the salesgirl who was leading the way. His entire smile collapsed.
What was worse was that she was not the only one who saw it.
In the hall, all the busy staff, designers, and a few customers saw it.
Wen Muchu's expression remained the same as usual. With a smile on his face, he grabbed her wrist again and pulled her into his arms.
"I suddenly wanted to kiss you, so I couldn't control Yingluo."
Lan Xiao clenched his fist and hit his chest a few times.
Wen Muchu laughed in a low voice, then held her little hand and kissed it.
"Don't hurt your own hand, Yingluo."
tsk tsk tsk. a very unfriendly tone was heard coldly, and the female shop assistant snorted in disdain.
