Mo Zhi curled up in bed, clutching a pillow, burying her face in it.
Her heartbeat quickened, and she was very nervous.
The words spoken by Lu Yinfeng had indeed struck a chord with her.
She blinked, and with a joking tone, she asked, "Like him? I wouldn't! But even if we did get together, so what... Mo Sinian, he, he's quite handsome!"
Lu Yinfeng's expression grew cold, and her gaze turned very serious.
Feeling a tightening in her heart, Mo Zhi quickly waved her hand and tried to remedy, "I... I was just joking."
"Yeah, I know you love to joke," Lu Yinfeng said in an extremely light tone, "because from my experience, Mo Sinian doesn't like you."
"Ah? Why?" Mo Zhi frowned, puzzled, and asked, "Do you look down on your own daughter that much?"
"I am so pretty; everyone would like me!"
In her heart, she giggled, her mother didn't know that she and Mo Sinian were already together, and they had even kissed…
Thinking of this, an unnatural blush spread across Mo Zhi's face.