Duan Fei fidgeted with her fingers, "Weren't you inside drinking? Coming out so suddenly, aren't you afraid Miss Zhou will get suspicious?"
"Miss Zhou." Rong Moyong teased, "Aww, are you getting jealous? Hmm?"
Duan Fei's face suddenly darkened, "Ridiculous!"
"Haha..." Rong Moyong let out an exaggerated laugh, "Little Maomao getting jealous is so adorable, it makes me want to..."
Duan Fei hastily reached out to pry his arm away, wanting to get off his lap.
This was the Rong family's estate, and tonight was the birthday banquet for the old Mr. Rong. All of the Rong family's relatives were here. If anyone discovered her and Rong Moyong engaged in an indiscretion here...
He didn't care, but she still valued her reputation!
Rong Moyong firmly held her waist, the magnetic and husky voice whispering into her ear, "You're sitting on my lap right now, I'd advise you not to wiggle anymore, otherwise..."
In that instant, Duan Fei calmed down.