Ye Wuge came forward with a smile, "Want to make a bet?"
"Bet what?" An Ziqi asked defiantly.
"If you lose, then in front of everyone, you have to tell Xiao Moli, 'Husband, I love you.'" Ye Wuge raised an eyebrow, grinning mischievously.
Bro, that's as far as I can help you!
"Why should I?" Why on earth should she stand in front of everyone and call him her husband? And say, 'I love you'?
"What's the matter, you getting cold feet?"
An Ziqi puffed up her chest, "Hmph, me, nervous? You're on."
Just as she finished speaking, the door to the break room opened again.
Xiao Moli, clad in a white suit, walked in looking every bit the fairytale prince charm, the cool indifference that's always on his face somehow softened.
Seeing Ye Wuge and An Ziqi together, he threw a glance at Ye Wuge.
An Ziqi had a 'shit hit the fan' expression.
Ye Wuge glanced triumphantly at An Ziqi and mouthed, 'You lost!' before waving at them and turning to leave the room.
