Wen Ran pouted her lips a little and made eye contact with Mo Xiuchen, signaling him not to be angry and softly responded, "Alright then."
On the phone, Jiang Liu immediately hung up.
Wen Ran set down her phone, turned to wrap her arms around Mo Xiuchen, and looked up at him with a pitiful expression, "Mo Xiuchen, can you please not be angry?"
"..."
"Kiss me and I'll forgive you."
Someone haughtily looked straight ahead, refusing to look at Wen Ran.
Wen Ran's lips twitched as she saw Mo Xiuchen maintaining a stern face, acting like he would really ignore her if she did not relent.
She could not help but laugh.
"Ranran, let's leave the matter about contacting Jiang Liu here."
"Mo Xiuchen."
"We'll go out and have fun this afternoon."
Wen Ran was pressed onto a chair in front of the dressing table by someone.
"Ranran, I'll redo your hairstyle."
He said, starting to undo her braid.
