Standing in the World of CEOs, Boss Mo Truly Had a Unique, Unimitable Charm

Mo Jingshen did not only hold Ji Nuan's hand on the escalator. Even when she tried to pick fruits, he refused to release her.

"Mo Jingshen, I want to pick the fruits." As Ji Nuan turned to eye him, her tone was impatient.

The man lowered his head to glance at their connected hands; his tone was composed: "What fruits do you want? I'll help you pick them."

"I can do it myself. We should be able to head back after buying a little more. I suspect that the rain outside should be stopping soon. Let go of my hand. I'll do it."

She made several attempts to tug her hand out but the man did not give in. In the supermarket, the aunties and uncles selling fruits watched them with suggestive and envious gazes.