Mo Shiche's eyes darkened as he stepped forward and grabbed her arm.
Yan Chu also reached out to grab her at the same time.
Two equally tall and handsome men each held one of her arms, and both spoke simultaneously.
"Luo Qiangwei."
"Weiwei."
After nearly ten seconds of silence, Yan Chu was the first to speak, "We had an appointment to shoot the magazine cover at one in the afternoon. I called you, but there was no answer. I couldn't find you at the hotel either, so I thought you might have gone home. I've come to pick you up so we can go there and have lunch on the way. Didn't you say you wanted to eat hairy crabs?"
This was his explanation for why he was holding onto her arm and what he wanted to say to her.
Luo Qiangwei nodded, "Hmm, I am a bit hungry. Let's go."
Turning to look at Mo Shiche, her beautiful face showed a hint of weariness and exhaustion. "I have work in the afternoon. If President Mo has nothing else, could you let go of me?"
