Chapter 84: Do you want me to help you?

  I put on my shoes and walked on the fine sand, almost slipping down. Luckily, Mochiro held me up, saying anxiously, "Be careful."

  I let out a sigh of relief and said gratefully, "Thank you."

  Mo Ziluo shook his head, laughing and saying: "It's really not easy to get the young mistress of the Mu family to say 'thank you'." I glared at him with a bad temper: "Could it be that you want to hear someone say those two words to you all day? Won't you get tired of hearing them?"

  "That's right, okay, let's go, I'll send you home." Mo Ziluo put on his sunglasses, and he still held my hand as we walked.

  As I walked to the front of the car, I looked at a cake shop next to me and my eyes rolled around. I thought that I wanted to be independent and could start with part-time jobs. As long as I earned money, I would show it to Hiroshi Kashiwagi one day and he should be convinced...

  Mo Ziluo asked me, "Are you hungry? Want to eat cake?" I finally came back to my senses. I smiled and shook my head, but I didn't want him to know about this matter, so I still kept my mouth shut and got on the bus.

  As I sat in the car, Muzi Luo personally helped me fasten my seatbelt and casually asked me: "You really don't like Bai Junyan, do you?" His words were a statement, not a question at all.

  "I muttered: 'That's for sure.'"

  "Do you want me to help you?" His eyes shone with an expectant light, I was stunned for a moment, originally I would have nodded subconsciously, but Katsuragi's words flashed through my mind, and I immediately shook my head, very seriously and with a bit of gritted teeth, I said: "No need, this matter is my own business, I will solve it with my own abilities."

  There was a flash of loss in his eyes, but it only lasted for an instant. He drove me home with music playing, but they were all Western songs. I looked at him puzzled and couldn't help but ask: "Why don't you listen to your own songs?"

  "Ordinary singers won't always listen to their own songs." He chuckled and shook his head. But I don't think so, I think a good singer should not only learn from others' strengths but also appreciate their own songs, that's how they can improve. Moreover, I really believe that Mo Ziluo's singing standard is internationally recognized, no wonder he has the title of Asian superstar.

  "I was on the bus last time and heard a radio host asking your questions, I only heard the first question and didn't listen to the rest." I sighed with some regret.

  Mo Ziluo turned his head to look at me, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames, the smile on the corner of his mouth grew deeper, and he smiled and said: "So you've been paying attention to me too." His mood suddenly improved. I awkwardly said: "Not really, just happened to hear it... but that guy is to blame, actually went crazy and hung up."

  "Hmm, I see. I had a feeling he would do that. Qingqing, it wasn't until later that I found out you two had been dating for three months already..." He said this with an inexplicable sadness, and I felt a bit awkward listening to him, so I told him the truth: "Yes, we did date for three months, but those three months were like they never existed. He didn't even look at me properly once. But I don't care about him being nice to me either. The thing is, Miss likes her freedom, and right now she doesn't want to be in a relationship. If it weren't for my mom's absurd decision, I think I wouldn't have returned to the country for the time being."