The last sentence sounded like she was pouting, Buhui's lips twitched, but she didn't say anything. She turned back to look at the supermarket exit, and only when she didn't see Dr. Yang did she slightly breathe a sigh of relief, hoping her earlier words had intimidated her.
"Let's go, young master!" Buhui broke free from his hand and walked ahead first.
Mo Beichen quickly caught up with her, walking side by side. He didn't miss the worried look on her face from earlier, Buhui and that woman must have something going on.
But what exactly is it?
Back at Mo Beichen's apartment, Mo Beichen carried the groceries into the kitchen. Seeing Buhui standing at the entrance without coming in, he said, "You've been to this apartment before, why don't you come in? Afraid I'll eat you?"
The words were overly suggestive. Buhui put on a straight face and walked in, "Does Mr. Mo often use the excuse of dinner invitations to bring young girls into his apartment?"
