On the other side, Mo Weiyi followed Xiao Yebai back to the presidential suite upstairs.
Xiao Yebai was on a business trip alone, not even with an assistant.
After Rong An sent Mo Weiyi's suitcase over, she consciously left.
Mo Weiyi closed the door of the room, turned around, and saw Xiao Yebai standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
His tall and stern figure, refined like jade, his long straight legs, his straight back, even his silhouette carried an air of aloofness.
For some reason, she approached and hugged him directly, calling out softly, "Xiaobai."
Xiao Yebai turned around, "What's up?"
Mo Weiyi lifted her chin, with a hint of coquettishness.
Xiao Yebai asked in a low voice, "Why are your cheeks so red?"
Mo Weiyi shook her head subconsciously.
She even let out a faint grunt.
She behaved as if she were a kitten trying to please her owner.
"Weiyi," Xiao Yebai frowned, "Do you have a fever? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
