Moh Shiche looked down at her, his laugh low and husky, "Do you like these?"
With curved eyes, she nodded, "I like them, yeah."
Women should all like these things, right? There should be very few women who can resist the allure of fantasy and roses.
The corners of Moh Shiche's lips curved into a slight smile.
For some reason, although he was constantly showered with compliments and people scheming to win his favor, none of those sweet words ever reached his ears—they couldn't compare to her simple "I like them, yeah."
If she could still feel affection because of him, didn't that mean she could also develop feelings for him?
Definitely.
Moh Shiche led Luo Qiangwei to the dining table at the center.
He spread the napkin for her and arranged the cutlery within easy reach before sitting down himself.
Luo Qiangwei looked at the handsome man opposite her and smiled lightly, "President Moh is very gentlemanly and considerate today, huh."
