Mo Jinxuan’s words were abruptly interrupted by An Nan’s cold voice.
"Enough."
The next mont, An Nan was enveloped in a warm embrace, as Lin Mubai’s sharp gaze landed on the person in front of him: "Mr. Mo, I haven’t introduced you yet, this is my wife, An Nan." As soon as Lin Mubai finished speaking, his gaze shifted to An Jiayou beside him: "This is my son, Lin Jiayou. Jiayou, greet him."
An Jiayou stepped forward at the right mont and politely greeted, "Hello, uncle."
The possessiveness was so obvious that everyone present could hear it clearly, including Mo Jinxuan. He was fully aware that he had no standing at this mont, yet he was still unwilling to leave just like that.
His gaze continued to stay on An Jiayou’s face, filled with complex emotions.
Right then, Lin Mubai extended an invitation, "Mr. Mo, it’s lunchti. Would you join us for a al?"
Surprisingly, Mo Jinxuan did not refuse.
"Sure, let’s go together."
Just as An Nan was about to say, you guys go ahead, I’ll pass, she was cut off by Lin Mubai: "Wife, join us. Jiayou doesn’t have class today, so after lunch, we can go to a movie."
An Nan was still hesitating but then rembered she hadn’t spent ti with her son shopping and having fun for a while. So, she nodded in agreent, though she felt incredibly awkward about Mo Jinxuan’s glances her way.
If it weren’t for the inappropriate timing, she would have wanted him to stop staring at her.
The restaurant wasn’t far from the Lin Group, so they decided to walk instead of taking a car.
Lin Mubai and Mo Jinxuan walked side by side in front, while An Nan held An Jiayou’s hand and fell back a step. anwhile, Han Xiayang, filled with curiosity, quietly approached An Nan and asked in a low voice, "Nannan, who exactly is this Mo Jinxuan?"
This was perhaps the question on everyone’s mind today, but no one else dared to ask, except for Han Xiayang.
An Nan glanced sideways at him, and under his expectant gaze, coldly replied, "Why don’t you ask Lin Mubai yourself and see if he’ll tell you."
Han Xiayang instantly fell silent, thinking asking Young Master Lin was like walking into death’s door, wasn’t it?
So he obediently kept quiet, waiting for the truth to reveal itself soday.
Inside the restaurant, An Nan was flanked by Lin Mubai on one side and her son, An Jiayou, on the other.
Being the host, Lin Mubai naturally handed the nu to Mo Jinxuan. Once Mo Jinxuan finished ordering, an interesting scene unfolded in the private room: a big man and a little boy reciting dish nas to the waiter one by one without repeating. The harmony of their coordination was evident, showing they weren’t teaming up like this for the first ti.
Han Xiayang understood the situation best. With a faint smile, he explained to soone, "Mr. Mo, Nannan is a picky eater. The dishes those two just ordered are all of her favorites. I hope you don’t mind."
Though he said it like this, Han Xiayang had his own intentions. With his keen eyes, he could naturally see that this Mo Jinxuan’s gaze at An Nan was quite unusual. The reason for his remark was simple—to hint this man should know his place. Although he admitted the man was exceptional, even when compared to his own good friend, he still stood firmly behind his brother.
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