When Mo Xuemin heard Yu Mingyong mentioning Mo Xuetong without being prompted, a flash of viciousness appeared in her eyes. Good. The person in front of her was a scumbag. If she dragged Mo Xuetong in, Yu Mingyong might even just insist that Mo Xuetong was the one he was meeting. After all, she was beautiful and which man could resist her? Furthermore, Mo Xuemin had already laid the groundwork for him. If Yu Mingyong insisted that Mo Xuetong was the one who invited him to meet secretly, then she would be able to walk out of this scot-free.
Mo Xuetong would not be able to live with her head held up high after this. Mo Xuemin was pleased and her expression grew even more delicate.
