Zhang Wei nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I like girls like you, who speak directly and don't beat around the bush," he confessed.
Wang Xiaoying's face twitched, her patience running thin as her forehead veins threatened to burst. She sighed, relenting, "What do you need, just tell me already."
Mo Yuxin couldn't help but smile and shake her head. Wang Xiaoying's evident irritation seemed to amuse her.
As Zhang Wei shifted his attention away from the melon-faced beauty, Wang Xiaoying, he now turned his observation towards Mo Yuxin, his gaze curiously fixed upon her.
Mo Yuxin, standing beside Wang Xiaoying, exuded a magnetic allure.
Her curly brown hair fell in cascading waves, framing her face in a intricate manner. The hue, akin to rich caramel, played with the light, revealing subtle hints of auburn that danced like flames.