In the private room.
After a few drinks, Yan Zheng and his brothers had mustered up some courage and tentatively asked Xiao Qimo, "Mr. Qimo, is something going on with you?"
Xiao Qimo did not avoid the question, and his handsome and refined face gently took on a touch of tenderness as he replied, "There's a little situation."
"Oh, really?"
"Mr. Qimo, which family's daughter is it? What does she look like?"
Everyone stopped drinking and put down their chopsticks, their curiosity couldn't be higher.
Mr. Qimo, holding his chopsticks as if in deep thought, finally said in an overly gentle voice, "She's very cute, the cutest little brat in the world."
Everyone: ???
What's going on here?
Is Mr. Qimo showing off his love?
Mo Si and Mo Nie: ???
Ms. Lu, such a fierce person, is said to be cute?
Does Mr. Qimo have some misunderstanding about the word "cute"?
"Mrs. Xiao must be so happy this year!" Yan Zheng sighed.
"Yeah, I'll bring her home this year," Xiao Qimo confirmed.
