"Oh, so it's President Fu. I've heard a lot about you." Mo Yuan looked enlightened, but his tone was still indifferent. "President Fu, I'm sorry. We still have something going on. We'll leave first."
With that, Mo Yuan hugged Mo Rao and prepared to leave.
Fu Ying had been staring at Mo Yuan's arm, which was wrapped around Mo Rao. Who was this man? Was he her boyfriend?
He really had the urge to cut off this person's hand!
"Are you deliberately pretending that you're not familiar with me?" Fu Ying stopped Mo Rao with a cold gaze.
"President Fu, I'm not pretending to be unfamiliar with you. We haven't seen each other for two years. We really aren't familiar anymore." Mo Rao stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Fu Ying with a smile. Her eyes were still bright, but there was no longer that familiar gaze.
Fu Ying found this unfamiliar gaze very difficult to accept.
