Tao Yuhao was exasperated: "Ye Minglan! The woman inside is Ye Minglan!"
"So what?"
"Jing Moyan, could you not look at me with that 'you're my enemy' expression?"
"You're not my enemy." He would never have such a weak enemy.
"Since I'm not your enemy, can't your handsome face show some expression?" As she spoke, Tao Yuhao's hand moved along with her words, reaching out to pinch Jing Moyan's face.
This scene was immediately witnessed by Tang Huai, Gu Jiajia, Liao Minxin, and others standing outside the elevator.
The women who barely dared approach Jing Moyan, as if he were some plague, saw him standing there, letting a girl pinch his face?
Tang Huai's expression somewhat cracked; she knew her son well, and since he was young, he never allowed anyone to pinch his face.
When he was little and chubby, both handsome and cute, with his fair skin as a little prince, she, as his mother, couldn't resist pinching his face every day. The soft feeling was just too satisfying.
