Zhao Xin looked very happy and seemed to be speaking the truth.
She really didn't seem to be interested in this fake Mo Long. All she could think of was Teng Yi. Even though he was still wearing a servant's uniform, Zhao Xin didn't mind at all.
Teng Yi kept looking at Zhao Xin and asked, "It's my honor to be able to gain miss Zhao's favor,"
"Don't say that. It's my honor to have met you." Zhao Xin smiled and reached out to hold Teng Yi's hand. "That Mo Long isn't here today. How about you accompany me instead?"
As she spoke, Zhao Xin's hands kept moving up and down Teng Yi's body. As she touched his skin, she looked at him seductively, "Teng Yi, who's prettier, the president's fiancée you mentioned or me?"
She asked this question because she wanted to hear Teng Yi say she was pretty. Teng Yi caught on to her thoughts and said, "Of course, miss Zhao, you're the prettiest."
