Mo Xiaoyu chewed the food in the bowl carelessly, turning a blind eye to the handsome man in front of him. . .
"I said, Mo Xiaoyu, I can't think of a reason for you to reject me."
"Are you handsome?"
"How rich are you?"
"Are you the legendary high-quality man?" Mo Xiaoyu asked a series of questions, and the man opposite nodded.
Mo Xiaoyu nodded proudly: "Then let's get married. I don't want a high-quality man..."