It was enough for Ding Dang to be a wealthy lady from a small family, but she was still far from being the young Madam of the Mo family. She couldn't even be compared to Lan Ling.
Mo Xi thought about this in his heart and slowly lowered his head. It wasn't that he looked down on Ding Dang and felt that Ding Dang wasn't good enough for his young master. He was comparing the two of them.
From the looks of it, Zhuang Xian was still the most suitable match for their young master!
Ding dang naturally understood her father's meaning. She looked at Mo Qian, sitting in a wheelchair, and blushed. She only felt Mo Qian was more imposing than the average young master of an aristocratic family, even though he was sitting there without moving. Mo Qian was indeed Mo Qian.
There was a hint of shyness in her eyes. She looked at Mo Qian and was about to say something when she was interrupted by a voice from behind.
