Mo Chen's lips curved upward, and he let out a laugh, "Not bad."
Qiao Ruoxin was not satisfied and looked up at his proud chin, "What do you mean 'not bad'? Everyone in the Mo Family holds you in high regard, even Uncle Mo and Grandpa Mo dare not go against your wishes or force you to do anything."
No wonder his temper is so explosive—it's all spoiled by the Mo Family.
The man fell silent for three seconds, then said in a deep voice, "Only you dare to make me angry."
"..."
She sat up straight, muttering under her breath, "When have I ever..."
Mo Chen's strong arms wrapped around her slender waist, he lowered his head and kissed her cheek, then gently nibbled on her earlobe, whispering, "Little Ghost, stay here tonight, Grandfather doesn't want me to leave."
"Separate bedrooms."
"..."
The thought of sleeping in separate bedrooms made the man feel an urge to return to Jiang Mansion No. 1.
