People you dislike will still be obnoxious no matter how splendidly they dress.
Yan Xinxin clung tightly to Mo Chuxi's arm, following each of the man's steps with elegance and composure.
Xiao Yiran saw the sweet silhouette of Yan Xinxin and Mo Chuxi and felt bitter. But since there were other renowned industry leaders and socialites around, he pretended to be gracious and stepped forward.
"Young Master Mo, Madam Mo, long time no see."
Mo Chuxi's pace slightly paused at the sound.
He raised his deep and sharp electric eyes, arrogantly glancing at Xiao Yiran's smiling face.
"Xiao, it's best for people to have self-awareness. My wife and I don't even want to look at you, yet you, Young Master Xiao, come smiling to get slapped by me. I'm truly worried about your IQ."
"..."
Xiao Yiran's face, which he thought was very gracious, instantly froze, and the two followers behind him immediately felt embarrassed.
"Mo Chuxi, you…"
Xiao Yiran felt stifled, his expression gloomy.
