An Ning finally left the restaurant with Mo Ang's help and got into his car.
Sitting in the passenger seat, An Ning looked at the spotless interior of the car, not daring to move at all, her hands cushioned by a stack of tissues pressed against her chest, very afraid that milk would stain his car.
This Mo Ang is indeed quite clean, as clean as an uncle.
After starting the car, Mo Ang noticed her tense demeanor and said considerately, "You don't have to hold your arms up all the time. It will get very tiring. Relax, just let it flow!"
"It's okay, I'm not tired!"
Mo Ang frowned. "You really like to refuse other people's kindness, do you know this habit of yours is not good?"
An Ning looked at him puzzled.
He continued, "You make people feel you're quite stupid, you know?"
Stupid is fine, she was too lazy to argue.
Mo Ang had no way around her. "Your husband was really lucky to marry you. Even though he's gone, you're still drawing boundaries with all the men for his sake."
