The battle ended two hours later.
Mo Jinrong hadn't had enough and his previously dry and fluffy hair was now drenched in sweat.
Mo San knocked on the door, not knowing what was happening inside.
"What?"
Mo Jinrong opened the door with dissatisfaction and touched his hair.
"Young Master! You…"
He stretched his head curiously and suddenly saw Lan Anran on the sofa, seemingly tidying her clothes.
"Is that something you should see?" Mo Jinrong blocked the door and asked.
"If you have something to say, say it quickly. If not, get lost."
"We have taken Mo Shengli's daughter. Where do you want her to be settled?"
Mo San suppressed his laughter and looked at his Young Master.
He didn't expect office romance to be so intense.
"Just leave her in the hotel. Give her whatever she wants and spread the news to Mo Shengli."
