Wang Yang looked at the madman and shook his head. He turned back to Mo Qian, bowed, and smiled, "Boss Mo, do you want me to arrange a more comfortable viewing room for you? This way, you and your friends can watch the competition."
Xiang Nan, hesitating a few times when he saw Mo Qian and Zhuang Xian talking, finally snapped back to his senses. He continued Wang Yang's sentence and asked, "This beauty is your boss? Did she not come here often in the past? How come I've never seen her before?"
Thinking about how Zhuang Xian usually kept a low profile, Wang Yang's words got stuck in his throat. How was he supposed to explain this to the guests?
"She probably doesn't come here often, so you haven't met her." Mo Qian glanced at Xiang Nan and responded with a faint smile.
You've seen her before, but you can't recognize her. Mo Qian added in his heart.
