Rong Moyong did not deny it, "So what?"
Zhou Yueyao turned back again, her face still wearing a sweet smile, "Moyong, this isn't very good, is it? Even though she's a junior and possibly trying to please you, a senior, there is still a difference between men and women. She's also twenty-two this year, right?"
Rong Moyong slightly curled the corners of his lips, "So what?"
"I know you just see her as a good friend's daughter, but after all..."
"I suggest you take a look at this first," Rong Moyong suddenly interrupted.
He leaned slightly forward, his fingers opening the bedside drawer and taking out a piece of paper.
Zhou Yueyao frowned, "What's that?"
Rong Moyong placed the paper on the bedside table, "See for yourself."
The man's face wore its usual calm expression, even a trace of a smile at the corner of his lips.
But for some reason, Zhou Yueyao felt inexplicably guilty inside, "Moyong..."
"Afraid to look?" Rong Moyong raised his hand.
