Can’t You Tell?

"Mm, it's her."

"I think I heard her asking you out to discuss something?"

"Mm." Mo Yesi frowned. "This won't happen again."

"Mo Yesi, I realized…" Qiao Mianmian placed a hand on his shoulder and rested her head on it. She looked up and blinked. "You have good luck with women."

Mo Yesi frowned.

Qiao Mianmian chuckled. "Can't you tell?"

"Tell what?"

"Assistant Yang likes you. Don't tell me you really can't tell."

"Assistant Yang likes me?" The man frowned even more.

"That's right. No wonder she was so hostile to me today. It's so late, and she asked you out to talk about work. Isn't it obvious enough? Don't tell me you really didn't realize it?"

Mo Yesi kept quiet.

Of course, he felt something.

But he didn't think it was a big deal.

He definitely wouldn't let this become Qiao Mianmian's problem.

He thought that he had already settled it during the day.