C122 He's Not My Type.

Moh Yanjue finally sat down at a table across from Muh Qiqi and the others.

The few little girls beside him immediately exploded and whispered to each other.

"Director Moh actually sat beside us, huh? Did he take a fancy to one of us?"

"Stop daydreaming. Can Director Mo like us?"

A group of people muttered softly. Xiaoran nudged Muh Qiqi's elbow and asked curiously, "Ms Qiqi