"Got your eye on anyone recently?" Mo Weiyi suddenly asked.
Rong An asked, "What target?"
"Girlfriends! You say you've got boyfriend skills, can fight and carry bags, and you don't look half-bad..."
Rong An, described as "don't look half-bad": "..."
"What's the matter, are you too shy to strike up a conversation with a girl? Or you just don't know how to interact with them?" Mo Weiyi hummed twice, "You're not getting any younger. If you don't find a wife soon, you'll be an old man and no one will want you. What then?"
Rong An's mouth twitched slightly.
He didn't want to talk.
But who knew Mo Weiyi would suddenly turn her head to look at him, "Don't always keep such a straight face, it's really easy to scare girls away."
"Oh." Rong An responded.
He looked straight ahead, yet his expression remained unchanged.
Mo Weiyi clicked her tongue, "Rong An, can you smile?"
Rong An looked at her weirdly.
As expected.
"Smile for me, let me see," Mo Weiyi shook her arm in his hand.
