Recalling last night, his eyes became more intense as he stared at her.
As Qiao Mianmian met his eyes, her heartbeat sped up and she started to panic.
The man's eyes were full of obvious desire and possession as if she was already in his pocket.
She even had the illusion that he had already grasped everything in his hands and had known that she would come to him today.
"Mr. Mo."
She bit her lip and was silent for a moment. Then, she looked at him and said, "You can ask for anything other than marrying me…"
Before she finished speaking, he said coldly, "Then we have nothing to talk about. You can go."
Qiao Mianmian clenched her fists.
She stood still.
Mo Yesi did not drive her away.
Both of them were silent.
After a while, Qiao Mianmian took a deep breath, her voice trembling. "If I marry you, will you help me with the surgery?"
Mo Yesi narrowed his eyes. "You agree?"
