"Miss He, it's quite convenient for me!" Mo Yangyang glanced at He Xinyue with undisguised contempt in her eyes.
He Xinyue watched as Mo Yangyang was treated like a loyal knight by Feinan, protecting her as she entered the dance floor. She was so angry that her teeth were about to break.
This b * tch, she did it on purpose!
She just wanted to embarrass herself!
Wasn't it just a good-looking face? What else did she have…Why did all the men have to go to her one after another? What was so good about having a lousy son?
"Auntie, does your face hurt?"
He Xinyue suddenly realized that Mo Yangyang's son was still there. She lowered her head and looked down. The malevolence on her face had not faded.
He Xinyue still had a lingering fear from what she said in the store last time.
She adjusted her expression. " Little brother, what do you mean? "
