Xu Mo's face was still sullen, but his tone softened, "Nothing much, just that some people are too shameless, and it annoys me to look at them."
It wasn't even beating around the bush anymore; it was no different from directly pointing at Huo Yihan's nose and cursing.
"Don't fuss," Xiao Ran looked at her with gentle eyes, completely unguarded. Although the two words were a reprimand, the tone carried a hint of indulgence instead.
Then he lifted his head gracefully toward Huo Yihan and nodded, "Mo Yi hasn't been in a good mood lately, I hope Mr. Huo doesn't mind her."
Huo Yihan looked at Xu Mo Yi, who had her head slightly lowered, his well-defined fingers clenched in an empty fist, his deep eyes shadowed with darkness.
Xiao Ran, standing next to Xu Mo Yi, acted intimately yet courteously, with a hand draped over her shoulder, just like his person.
Clean, warm.
