"Wei Wei!" Su Jin shouted as she ran over to her, "That Mr. Mo from last time! Mr. Mo is here! Right outside."
"Who? Oh..."
Mo Jun Tian.
Last night, while I was drunk and muddled, I recognized him as a younger brother.
But I guess I shouldn't be concerned. He was passed out last night; he probably doesn't remember what happened.
"What's he here for?"
"Didn't say. I just came in from outside and saw him with his Ducati at the door! He asked me to tell you he's waiting outside," Su Jin said cheerfully, "But Wei Wei, when did you get so close with him?"
"Not that close, I'll go check."
When Heather went outside, she saw Mo Jun Tian indeed posing with his Ducati. Occasionally, he would flick his hair, making the passing girls' hearts flutter.
Heather crossed her arms and shook her head helplessly.
She didn't disturb his flirting, and leaned by the door watching for quite a while.
Lately, handsome long-legged boys were indeed very popular.
