Mo Qiang pursed her lips, the smile slipping down from her face. Come on, she did not look that bad.
" You look just that bad, stop smiling. Just now you looked like you wanted to eat the babies of the receptionist," Xiao Jiao chimed in causing a nerve to throb in Mo Qiang's forehead. It was a good thing that they were in public or else she would have squished Xiao Jiao nicely.
Even Shao Hui seemed to have sensed the gaze with which the receptionist was looking at his wife and cleared his throat before he said, "Let us go, father must be waiting for us." He did not want the receptionist to look at Mo Qiang as if she was any lesser than him, his wife might not look as good as other women but she was much more skilled than those women who did not even know how to feed their families.
