The bone-chillingly cold voice spilled out from Young Master Mo's seductive thin lips.
Ye Wei'er froze mid-step but quickly turned around with a poised and charming smile.
Not far away stood the man, bathed in the glow of the setting sun. His stunning, chiseled features were so deep and captivating that her heartbeat quickened.
"Young Master Mo, is there something else you'd like me to handle?"
Ye Wei'er looked at him as if calm and collected, smiling faintly.
"If there's nothing else, I'll take Little Zi…"
"Do you truly think you're the master of this house? I haven't even spoken, yet somehow you think it's your turn to give orders, huh?"
Mo Chuxi's handsome face hardened into icy coldness, the temperature around him plummeting sharply.
Sister Lin, who had been inwardly basking in the calm composure of her daughter, now trembled at Mo Chuxi's words.
Ye Wei'er paused briefly, then continued to maintain her facade of graceful poise and smiled.
