Huo Mianmo fell silent.
He took a gulp of coffee, not necessarily gracefully, yet with an indescribable seductiveness. His hand propped on one side, his fingertips caressed his perfectly chiseled jawline.
"Speaking of which, sister-in-law is such a smart woman, how did you find her? Just by bumping into her car, and then you got to know each other?" Huo Mianmo asked somewhat gloomily.
Bo Jingcheng looked down, opening his email to review a document.
Upon hearing this, he frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Otherwise?"
"You're really lucky to have met a woman like sister-in-law in a car accident. Not only is she beautiful and level-headed, but she's also decisive in critical situations. Truly remarkable," Huo Mianmo praised.
"No wonder your barren tree blossomed after a hundred years. It makes sense," Huo Mianmo teased.
Indeed, he was still shocked by Bo Jingcheng's marriage.
