Seeing that Su Yuan's hair was still wet, Mo Ting took the initiative to say, "Little Yuan, your hair is still wet. Let me help you dry it."
Then, under Su Yuan's gaze, he found the hairdryer that Su Yuan could not find in a small box hidden deep in the closet.
Su Yuan was speechless. Who would put a hairdryer in such a hidden place?!
"Just put it there, if you have something to say, just say it." Su Yuan coldly rejected.
The smile on Mo Ting's face froze as his eyes returned to normal. His eyes were pitiful with a trace of grievance and a trace of strength. She looked as if she was a baby who was very sad but would not say anything. Those who did not know better would think that Su Yuan was the scumbag, the kind who would not recognize anyone once she pulled up her pants.
"Oh." As he spoke, mo ting reluctantly placed the hairdryer on the table.
