C197 Are Called into the Living Room

A trace of cold hatred flashed across in Mo Ling's eyes. No one could tell whether she was hating Yan Xiaoke or mocking Wang Lee.

She turned her head to Lili and smiled shyly, "Little Ke, thank you. If you didn't purposely anger Young Lord last night, I wouldn't have been loved by him for the whole night."

If someone else was jealous of her words, she couldn't possibly say just that