Zhuang Xian put down the ice cream box in her hand and looked up at Mo Qian again. She said, "Uncle Mo, you're too good at flirting! Can I sue you for 'harassing' a minor?"
Looking at Zhuang Xian's playful and lazy expression, Mo Qian smiled and asked, "What did you call me?"
Naturally, she would not repeat herself. Zhuang Xian lowered her eyes and smiled, not opening her mouth to speak.
At this time, Mo Qian noticed something unusual. Zhuang Xian's emotions not only came and went quickly, but they also disappeared very quickly!
Zhuang Xian's mentality was strange, and Mo Qian was even more certain of this.
His face did not reveal any trace of his suspicion as he looked at Zhuang Xian. He teased her, "How did I 'harass' a minor? I'm just expressing my sincere and honest feelings. I'm I considered a 'hooligan'? Aren't you being a little too strict?"
