"If you don't want to help, just say it. Don't waste my time; I'll find someone else." Wen Wan was not one to back down easily, especially with a little tyrant growing in her belly—she had to be more domineering.
"Who will you find, Gu Yang?" Mo Siluo's handsome face immediately fell, "You, woman, why can't you be a bit cute? Is it that hard to coo or act charmingly?"
"Acting charmingly? Being cutesy?" Wen Wan looked at Mo Siluo, her lips curling into a slight sneer, and retorted, "Sorry, I'm not good at that. If you like cute women that much, why don't you go to a nightclub? Those women will act cute to cater to the customers' demands, even if they're not really cute at all."
Mo Siluo was at a loss for words because of her, and in the end, he could only grind his teeth in frustration, "You, woman!"
Mo Siluo naturally still helped her, but the result had Wen Wan sighing nonstop.
