Mo Shaoting's hand was against the door, and his strength in cold reading was absolutely unsuccessful. "Mr. Mo, it's not proper for you to do that?"

"Are you afraid?" Mo Shaoting's face was smiling faintly. Maybe he just wanted to see such a flurried look when he read aloud.

After all, sometimes this woman will never have a temper with him unless she is forced to do so.

Mo Shaoting also knows that Lengyinian is a good-tempered girl, and that's what it was when she was a child, unlike ordinary ladies and sisters who are so harsh and capricious.

"Mr. Mo, it has nothing to do with my fear or...