After Lu Xingxing left, only the two of them remained in the spacious living room.
Mo Chen directly picked her up and placed her on his lap, gripping her slim waist, "Little Ghost, when did I say anything about her figure being an eyesore?"
"It's pretty much the same thing."
The man chuckled derisively, "I might be retaliated against by that woman, and you're not worried?"
Qiao Ruoxin's slender fingers climbed onto the man's shoulders, "Mo Chen, Miss Lu is no match for you, or is it that, because you were betrothed as children, you can't bear to make a move?"
As expected, Mo Chen's expression turned colder, and his grip on her slim waist tightened.
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice cold, "You're just an ungrateful brat!"
Instead of getting angry, Qiao Ruoxin laughed, "I've caused trouble for you again."
Having said that, she hugged the man's body, her chin resting on his broad shoulders.
