"You teach me," Li Mochan hooked his lips slightly, his voice low and magnetic.
Ye Jiuliang bent her lips into a smile, grasped his hand in hers, and teased, "I won't teach a disciple who is too dull."
Li Mochan let out a soundless chuckle.
Mingchong looked up at the rearview mirror and saw that Ye Jiuliang finally smiled, he sighed with relief deep down, and his lips curved into a smile as well.
Mo Garden.
Hearing rumors related to Ye Jiuliang, Jiang Yisheng postponed his shooting schedule and stayed at home waiting for news.
When he heard the sound of a car engine from the courtyard, he closed the book in his hands, and just as he stood up, Li Mochan and two others walked in from outside.
His gaze landed on Mingchong standing next to Ye Jiuliang, and he was slightly taken aback.
Coming to his senses, he greeted politely, "Director Ming."
Upon speaking, Ye Jiuliang introduced, "Asheng, this is my uncle."
"Uncle?" Jiang Yisheng looked surprised.
