"She's mine," Mo Nanze's gaze grew tense as he stood up.
Mo Zhiyan shrugged helplessly, noting that his little uncle really had a strong possessive streak.
Why would she come here? Mo Nanze appeared calm and collected on the surface, but a sense of unease was inexplicably rising within him.
Why did Lu Yinfeng always end up in these hard-to-explain situations?
Hearing Mo Nanze's voice, Lu Yinfeng suddenly regained her composure, looked at Mo Nanze, and gave a miserable smile.
At this moment, Lin Xiyao came to a realization, recognizing the pitiful woman with eyes full of grievance,
and she understood in her heart, this was Mo Nanze's woman.
How interesting.
With Mo Nanze's competitive nature, he actually favored such an unchallenging woman.
"Yinfeng, listen to me. Let me explain."
Mo Nanze forcefully grasped Mo Nanze's wrist, trying to pull her away.
Lu Yinfeng's bones ached from the grip.
"Lawyer Mo, please show some respect!" Lu Yinfeng shouted sharply, "Let go of me!"