An Ning didn't even have a trace of a smile, replying coldly, "That's my biological dad, how could he not tell me right away when you said such nonsense?"
Mo Ang moved closer to her, lifting her chin, and asked, "What, really angry now?"
"What do you think?" She glared at him, this bastard still had the nerve to ask her.
"I don't think so. The women I like are always magnanimous. To get angry over some words, isn't that not worth it?" Mo Ang raised his eyebrows and said, while pulling her into his embrace with a large hand.
An Ning pushed against his chest.
Her cheeks were rosy, and her intoxicated eyes showed shyness. "You... have no shame?"
Mo Ang spoke with great grievance, "How do I have no shame? I consider myself pretty shameless, or not to believe me, touch my face, it's burning!"
