"Yan Zhirou?"
The calm indifference on Mo Chuxi's handsome face was suddenly disrupted.
Ah Ding nodded with certainty.
"That's right, her name is Yan Zhirou. Young Master Mo, do you know this woman?"
Mo Chuxi's slender fingers flexed, producing a faint "crack" in the silence.
Ah Ding froze nervously, sensing that the boss seemed particularly unhappy.
Upon rethinking, he raised his hand and smacked his own forehead.
Dammit, I'm so stupid!
Being set up for such a dramatic scheme—of course Young Master Mo would be pissed!
"The two brothers from the Xiao family are truly opposites in personality: one will stop at nothing in pursuit of fame and fortune, while the other is indifferent to worldly gains, leaving the public still clueless about the gender of our renowned chief designer."
Ah Ding sighed.
"Young Master Mo, how do you plan to handle this matter? Are you really going to—"
"If you still want food and shelter, don't make me hear that question again."
