Mo Beichen didn't get angry. He nonchalantly used the tip of his shoe to hold the door and then leaned against the doorframe gracefully, saying, "I came all the way here to see how you were doing, and you shut the door on me. Isn't that poor hospitality?"
Buhui looked up at him, her gaze filled with a hint of coldness that Mo Beichen had never seen before. His heart skipped a beat—had he angered her too much last time?
His gaze involuntarily fell on her neck. Noticing his gaze, Buhui uncomfortably shifted to block his line of sight.
"If you don't have any other business, Mr. Mo, I'm afraid I can't entertain you." With that, she attempted to close the door again, only to find it wouldn't budge. She looked down and noticed he had wedged the door with his shoe.
Annoyance simmered in her heart. First, he was entangled with Shen Jue, and now he was flirting with her—what did he mean by all this?
