Hearing An Xiaoyu ask this, Nangong Mo was quite surprised.
"Lover? What is a lover?"
Nangong Mo's question left An Xiaoyu completely dumbfounded.
This man doesn't even know what a lover is?
"An, can you help explain it to me?"
Nangong Mo gazed at her, speaking gently yet in a way that allowed no refusal.
An Xiaoyu: "..."
She felt that the man in front of her was indeed a weirdo!
But, adhering to the principle of being patient with clients and smiling while solving their problems, An Xiaoyu still explained simply: "A lover is someone who waits for you to come home every day, opens the door for you, is someone who helps you tidy up your clothes neatly, and doesn't give you headaches…"
Before An Xiaoyu could finish, Nangong Mo let out a mocking laugh.
"Are you sure what you're describing is a lover and not a housekeeper?"
An Xiaoyu: "..."
At this moment, Nangong Mo's lips curled into a mischievous smile.
