Jealous

When Xia Mo ran to the entrance of the drugstore, she could not help looking back angrily.

The tall man stood at the counter in his white coat doing the accounts and the soft light fell on his face. His skin was delicate, the outlines of his face perfect, his lips pursed tightly and the dimple on his right cheek could be seen vaguely.

He did not look at the entrance of the drugstore.

Xia Mo's slender shoulders slumped slightly.

He did not feel uncomfortable so why should she be?

Chief Editor Xia and Uncle Xiao would have a chance to be together only when he recovered, wouldn't they?

Xia Mo turned and left with her head lowered.

Sitting in the car, Xia Mo made a phone call.

After a while, the call got through and a soft voice sounded, "Xiaomo."

"Lily, are you free this weekend? Yes, it's about what I told you the other time. Okay, if you're free we'll meet this weekend."