"What ribs?" Xu Moyi dodged Nan Wan's knowing gaze, his voice defensive, "Who cares about that jerk, even if he breaks two ribs, or becomes paralyzed, it has nothing to do with me."
Yes, that's right.
Xu Moyi, Mr. Huo has plenty of women who would gladly stick around to flirt and care for him, you don't need to worry unnecessarily.
Nan Wan tossed the paper towel soaked from water stains into the trash, looking at her with a smirk, "Did I mention 'Huo Yihan,' or are you just worried about him?"
Xu Moyi, "..."
She shot him a perfect Baroque-style eye roll without hesitation, "Nan Wan classmate, how did you become so annoying!"
Huo Yihan, Huo Yihan! Stop mentioning Huo Yihan, please!
As she picked up the tea tray, Nan Wan softly asked, "Is there something between you two?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Moyi's movements paused momentarily, but soon returned to normal.
