The neat and respectful greeting made Momo reluctant to look directly.
[Young Master Ye, would you be willing to compete with our President Mo?]
"Ziyang's words are so funny, sounds like the feeling of a priest asking a couple, hahaha, it's killing me with laughter."
As Qingling spoke, she laughed heartily without any regard for her image.
Then the response below was uniform: [I do!]
Momo was speechless towards this group of bored people. She tossed the phone onto the bed and went to the bathroom, ignoring their craziness.
When she came out of the bathroom, Qingling and Qinghuan told her that the date for the competition between Ye Zhan and Mo Ziye had been set.
"When is it?"
Momo asked casually.
Mainly because Qingling and Qinghuan's enthusiastic expressions made her feel obligated to respond, lest their excitement remain unchecked.
"Half of the people agreed on a week later, and the other half agreed on your wedding day."
Momo's mouth twitched hard.
