Mu Chu Di looks at Huo with adoration, and her hands never stop. When those senior executives report, she feeds Huo Xiao food, just to get the fish, and carefully picks out the fishbone.

Huo Xiao opened his mouth slightly and ate the fish. Then he reached out and rubbed the head of Mochu flute. The soft hair felt comfortable in the fingers.

"nice." His words are not big, only they can hear them.

Mu Chu's face turned red instantly, even his neck turned red.

wet eyes look at the reporting people in panic, lest they hear it.

her heart is beating wildly. I don't know whether it's because of...