"Aren't you afraid your father will be angry if he sees you pulling me around like this?"
Zhao Rui followed her, feeling the cool, smooth skin of her palm as he couldn't help but ask.
Hearing his words, Mo Ling'Er quickly let go of Zhao Rui's hand. She pretended nothing was wrong and walked ahead with a brisk pace.
"You haven't fallen for me, have you?"
"You..."
Mo Ling'Er hesitated for a moment, then suddenly stopped. She turned around, her gaze burning as she stared at Zhao Rui and said, "I do like you."
"Uh!"
Zhao Rui hadn't expected her to be so direct. He couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "I know," he said.
With that, he strode forward.
"I still prefer your wild, untamable side!"
"..."
Mo Ling'Er felt that no matter what attitude she took, she would never get the answer she wanted from Zhao Rui.
Annoyed, she could only say, "Don't keep my father waiting."
With that, she strode toward the main hall of the Marshal's Mansion.
