288 She is Not Selling Herself

Mo Ting stretched out his hand and stroked Tangning's ink black hair, "This is a given."

Actually, the thing that Tangning admired the most about Mo Ting was his ability to draw a fine line between love and hate. When someone was right, they were right; when someone was wrong, they were wrong. He was firm on his decisions and never beat around the bush; he was always clear-cut. 

That's why she was suited to the entertainment industry.

She was suited to the life of accompanying Mo Ting in this unstable industry. And all he wanted to do was to present her with glory. 

After returning to the hotel, Tangning sat by Mo Ting's side as she kept him company while he read through his documents. Mo Ting turned his head to look at Tangning's semi-closed eyes and laughed, "You have an interview with Claude.N tomorrow. Hurry and get some rest..."

"I want to hug you to sleep," Tangning replied with a raspy voice.