A fashion queen

Mo Yunting's smile suddenly froze, his face became extremely ugly, and he muttered to himself: "Yue'er..." He was anxious and ran towards the direction where Cui Ziyue left with big strides. He knew in his heart that Yue'er must have misunderstood him.

In a flash, Xiaohong suddenly spread her arms, like an impenetrable fortress, blocking Mo Yunting's path. Her eyes widened as she glared at him, indignantly declaring, "Don't try to seduce Yue'er with those sweet words! I won't let you succeed!" Her gaze was filled with contempt and anger, as if she wished to tear Mo Yunting into pieces.

"Get out of the way!" Mo Yunting's voice was filled with anxiety and urgency. At this moment, he had no time to explain anything to Xiaohong. His eyes were fixed on Yue'er's fleeing figure, as if she were his last straw.

As Yue'er drifted further and further away, Mo Yunting's heart grew heavier, his nerves hanging in the air. He wished he could run over and hug Yue'er tightly, but his legs felt like they were nailed down, unable to move an inch.

"I won't give in." Xiaohong's response was equally resolute. She stood firm, like an unshakable mountain. Her eyes were determined and resolute, showing no sign of retreat. Mo Yunting stared at Xiaohong, his unease growing. He knew clearly that if he couldn't catch up with Yue'er in time, the consequences would be disastrous.

He tried to take a strong step forward, but for some reason, his body seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. This feeling made Mo Yunting feel helpless, and his eyes revealed deep worry and entanglement.

However, Xiaohong remained standing there, unmoving. Her body seemed as solid as steel, indestructible. Her determined gaze told Mo Yunting that she would not give in easily.

Mo Yunting's lips trembled slightly, as if he had a thousand words to say, but his inner fear suppressed them. His clenched hands began to sweat slightly, revealing his inner tension and anxiety. The seconds ticked by, and the situation became a stalemate... The wind blew, her hair fluttering in the breeze, but his heart was a tangled mess, unable to calm down. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the whole world was filled with only the two of them confronting each other.

"Miss, I think you may have misunderstood." Mo Yunduo, who was standing aside, finally figured out the current situation after some thought, and hurriedly began to explain.

However, Xiaohong had completely lost her mind by this point. Her eyes burned with rage, ready to erupt at any moment. She clenched her fists tightly, even rolling up her sleeves, looking eager to engage in a fight. At the same time, her voice was high-pitched and sharp, filled with rebuke and indignation towards the woman: "I didn't misunderstand! You shameless vixen, how dare you deliberately try to sow discord between Yue'er and Director Mo? I will never let you off!"

Furious, Xiao Hong's eyes widened as she fiercely stared at the woman before her, then she pressed closer, step by step. With each step she took, her indignant resentment grew stronger.

In contrast, the woman known as the "vixen" showed no sign of panic or fear when faced with Xiaohong's aggressive stance. Instead, she remained calm and composed, but for a moment, unsure how to respond to Xiaohong's questioning, she could only stare at her silently.

The atmosphere around them was incredibly tense, as if the very air had frozen, leaving one feeling almost breathless. Passersby, drawn to the tense situation, cast curious glances, eager to see how this confrontation between the two women would ultimately end. A thrilling conflict was about to erupt...

"She's my sister, get out of the way." Mo Yunting's eyes revealed a kind of majesty and dominance that made people dare not look directly at him. Xiaohong was startled by this sudden roar. She looked at Mo Yunting in astonishment, at a loss for what to do for a moment.

Before Xiaohong could react, Mo Yunting roughly pushed her away. His movements were decisive and powerful, without the slightest hesitation. Xiaohong stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

The people in the cafe cast surprised glances at him, some with expressions of astonishment, while others began to whisper and discuss. Mo Yunting paid no attention to the gazes of those around him. His attention was completely focused on Cui Ziyue running outside, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him. He ran towards Cui Ziyue with a panicked look on his face.

The entire scene was filled with tension, the air seemingly frozen. Xiaohong felt deeply wronged and embarrassed, her eyes gradually moistening, but she fought back the tears, not wanting to lose her composure in front of everyone. "Sister, she's actually his sister!" Xiaohong was startled, deeply remorseful for her indiscriminate misunderstanding.

"I am indeed his sister." Mo Yunduo looked at her with a smile, and her eyes were full of interest as she saw her brother chasing after her nervously.

I didn't expect that my brother would also have a panic expression on his face. It seems that the woman named Yue'er has indeed captured her brother's heart.