Mo Yinhe put away his phone, looking at his own younger fanboy: "Want to play something more thrilling?"
"Yes!" Ye Qinghan answered without a second thought.
Mo Yinhe played with his communication ring: "Then I'll take you on a thrilling ride! Do you know a woman named Xia Yanyan?"
How could Ye Qinghan not know: "She's my maternal aunt."
"Oh, your maternal aunt?" Mo Yinhe narrowed his eyes.
"But I really hate her, my mom said she adores Xiao Jun, wants to monopolize him, and almost caused my dad to lose his chance at being the President. My mom has stopped talking to her." Ye Qinghan said with an excited face.
Mo Yinhe typed on a holographic keyboard, and soon, the image of Xia Yanyan appeared.
At this moment, Xia Yanyan was at home applying a face mask, lying on her bedroom bed, applying the mask while complaining on the phone with Ye Li,
