After finishing the last spoonful of soup in the bowl, Mo Bei put down his chopsticks and picked up a napkin to wipe the soup stains from the corners of his lips.
"Jiao Yang, I've made my decision."
"Decided what?!" Jiao Yang looked up in confusion.
"I've decided to save you from the sea of misery. A good man like you deserves a love of your own." Mo Bei said seriously.
Jiao Yang smiled slightly, "You should think about saving yourself first!"
"Anyway, I've decided. I won't stop until I find you a good woman!" Mo Bei raised his hand to take his bowl, "Consider it a repayment for sheltering me!"
Jiao Yang chuckled, got up, and returned to his room, treating her words as a young girl's joke.
Right now he was less concerned about himself and more about how to perfect his plan to acquire Luo Xiaoqian's company.
After all, acquiring a company is simple, but running one is difficult.
