Mo Chuxi threw out that MAX-level husband power statement and turned away with a cool, handsome demeanor.
Ye Wei'er stood there dumbfounded, feeling both stifled and her heart racing "thump thump thump" uncontrollably!
When Mo Chuxi said those words, the way he defended Yan Xinxin was just too enviable for her!
Such a manly, handsome man—just thinking about never having the chance to interact with him again was something she could never accept!
"Chuxi, Chuxi!"
The old master of the Mo family tried to call out to Mo Chuxi again, but this time, Mo Chuxi went upstairs to his room without even looking back.
"Mr. Mo."
Ye Wei'er quickly switched to a pitiful expression.
"Mr. Mo, I think I won't be able to accompany you in appreciating the art of tea in the future anymore."
"Why wouldn't you be able to?"
The Mo family's old master had clearly already fallen into Ye Wei'er's narrative.
Ye Wei'er sighed deeply and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.
