Outside the Mo family Mansion.
Mo Yanlin watched as Liu Xiuying climbed into the car and his lips curled up. He walked around the car and climbed into the driver's seat.
Liu Xiuying turned her head and her calm gaze landed on his face. He had an ascetic aura and a unique elegance. His nose was straight, and his eyelashes were long and thin. The light reflecting from the car windows made his face look demonic and moody. There was an indescribable beauty about him.
Mo Yanlin looked at her. "Seatbelt"
Liu Xiuying was dazed. "Huh?"
Their eyes met. The man's dark gaze was piercingly cold, yet somehow warm while her gaze was calm and soft.
Liu Xiuying hurriedly lowered her head. Her beautiful, jade like fingers gripped her bag nervously.
This was the second time he caught her sizing him up.
The next moment, she felt his body lean closer and his lips moved, saying these words, "Miss Liu, your seatbelt"
