Only two people were left in the room, Mo Zishan stood still, the two just stood there.
"Beauty, guests should at least have a drink of water, right?" Yang Fan curled his lips.
Mo Zishan walked over, took a glass, filled it with water from the dispenser, and handed it to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan sat on the sofa, took a sip of water, and stared at Mo Zishan standing in front of him. He couldn't help but take a few more glances. This woman, compared to Murong Yan, lacked some of the hot passion but had more restraint; compared to Yang Huiru, she had less allure but more aloof pride.
In short, she was the kind of woman who makes you want to keep looking at her for a lifetime, always just out of reach.
"Spill it, what exactly is going on?" Yang Fan asked curiously.
