Xia Zhetao could not hold back his panicked thoughts. He smiled and said, "President, why do you suddenly want to smile? Ugh, I didn't mean that you don't look good when you smile. I just think that you're also very handsome when you don't smile. Why do you suddenly…" 'Gave up on your treatment?'
As soon as Xia Zhetao said those words, Mu Tingfeng's movement of ravaging the corners of his mouth finally softened. The two fingers pushing the corners of his mouth finally lived up to expectations and were put down.
Xia Zhetao heaved a sigh of relief. When he was about to continue inquiring, he heard someone said in distress, "Youlin doesn't like it."
"Huh?" Xia Zhetao was stunned, and he was unable to come back to his senses for a while.
"Youlin doesn't like it, and I'll scare the child," Mu Tingfeng repeated his words, making Xia Zhetao sure that what he had just heard was not his imagination.
