Just not my lucky day, even drinking cold water gets stuck in my teeth.
Knock knock knock.
Someone is knocking at the door again.
Mo Zishan, fighting to keep control, hurriedly said, "Someone's outside, Yang Fan, there's someone."
Just interrupted at Gu Qingcheng's, already annoyed, now doesn't give a damn, keeps on tilling his own land.
No choice, love runs deep, Mo Zishan gets emotional too, can only bite his lip, enduring as he asks, "Who is it?"
"Mr. Mo, there's a document that needs your signature."
Mo Zishan and Yang Fan both heard clearly; it was Tang Ziqing's voice.
"Wait... wait a moment..."
Hearing the odd tone in his voice, Tang Ziqing hurriedly asked, "Mr. Mo, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I'm... fine..."
"Then I'll bring in the document for you to sign."
"No need... actually... I'm... changing clothes, about to go out..." In a rush, Mo Zishan covered his mouth with his hand, barely found an excuse, almost had a heart attack.
