"Um, it's been a month now," Mo Shiche chuckled quietly, "It's time we increased the number of our meetings, otherwise, after pursuing you for so long without any progress, I can't hold my head up in front of Muo Huangnian."
"..."
After saying that, he hardly gave her a chance to agree, his long arm reached out to clasp her waist, and he directly embraced her and walked into the suite.
Luo Qiangwei didn't struggle, lazily letting him hold her as they walked; after all, she'd especially taken a taxi here, and not having dinner would indeed be a bit too wasteful.
But once in the room, she pushed his hands away.
Mo Shiche wasn't surprised, and with long strides, he walked over to the glass dining area outside, elegantly pulled out a chair, and looked at her sideways, his thin lips curving into a handsome and enchanting smile, "Mrs. Mo, please take a seat."
Luo Qiangwei stood not far away and watched the scene—
