Oh well, he was taught from a young age to treat little girls like treasures. He can "bully" them, but others can't.
Let her be a little spoiled, it doesn't matter. She has several older brothers to protect her. Even if she's a bit pampered, they can afford to raise her.
"Is that all?" Mo Tingqi was somewhat surprised after hearing the little girl's request.
He thought his spoiled brat wanted him to investigate the man's details.
The result... was somewhat unexpected.
"Moving to a new place?" Mo Tingqi raised an eyebrow in surprise.
A mischievous smile, even his thick eyebrows seemed to ripple with gentle waves, as if he was always smiling, curved like the bright crescent moon in the night sky.
His fair skin accentuated his pale pink lips, his handsome and prominent features, and his perfectly shaped face. Dressed in pure white, he exuded an air of grandeur.
It makes everyone want to keep an eye on it for a lifetime, and never want to let go.
"What brings Young Master Qiao here today?" Mo Tingqi took a sip of red wine, watching Qiao Qian'an approach, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.
It's a twist of fate, really. The Qiao family and the Mo family have been neighbors since childhood, so he and Mo Xiaoqing can be considered childhood sweethearts in the traditional sense.
Ever since the little girl accidentally drew a map on his bed when she was eight years old, Qiao Qian'an was so angry that he was ready to never speak to her again. Since then, their relationship has plummeted and is now at a freezing point, and no one can resolve their "grudge".
Both families had heard something about this.
But is Qiao Qian'an's feud real or fake?
At least in Mo Tingqi's eyes, he didn't think so, just like now—
“You know that.” Qiao Qian’an sat down in the seat next to him.
He pressed his temples, looking somewhat tired, with faint dark circles under his eyes, suggesting he hadn't slept well.
"Heh." Mo Tingqi leaned back lazily, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt collar. His eyes, half languid and half alluring, seemed to be veiled by a thin gauze, making it impossible for anyone to see into his heart.
"Would you like a glass?" Mo Tingqi raised the glass of red wine in her hand and swirled it at him.
"No need, I drove here today." Qiao Qian'an said calmly, declining without hesitation.
"Really not going?" Mo Tingqi's lips curled up, a clear hint of teasing flashing in his eyes. "The bar recently mixed a new drink, seeyoutomorrow. Want to try it? I've noticed you haven't been sleeping well lately."
"I said I don't need it." Qiao Qian'an's eyes were neither cold nor indifferent, but his voice was quite calm.
Qiao Qian'an does have a bad temper, but that was mainly in the recording studio. He was quick to berate anyone who didn't meet his expectations.
However, once outside the recording studio, Qiao Qian'an is quite a gentleman. He doesn't go to nightclubs, and unless necessary, he never stays out overnight. He also doesn't have as many female confidantes as Mo Tingqi.
She is one of the few people in the elite circles of the capital who maintains a clean and upright character.
Over the years, apart from Mo Xiaoqing, who could make him furious, he could always maintain a smile without changing his expression when dealing with others.
“I know you drove here.” Mo Tingqi raised an eyebrow, his handsome phoenix eyes revealing a bewitching charm, and said slowly and deliberately, “But there’s another kind of service in this world called a designated driver, don’t you think?”
It seems Mo Xiao'er really angered Qiao Qian'an this time, as he actually came to him for help. That's quite rare...
"You know why I'm here. You don't need to give me any smokescreens. Just tell me where she is, and I'll leave immediately." Qiao Qian'an's eyes remained calm, unlike his irritable temper when facing Mo Xiaoqing. It was just his nature; he preferred to get straight to the point and didn't want to beat around the bush.
Mo Tingqi wasn't angry at all; instead, he chuckled softly twice upon hearing this.
This time, I actually found it quite funny.
"?" Qiao Qian'an looked puzzled.
"It's quite amusing to laugh at the two of you." Mo Tingqi raised his eyes, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips, and his gaze swept over Qiao Qian'an's handsome face.
Although they seem to be sworn enemies who would never speak to each other again, and they exchange sarcastic remarks whenever they meet, they actually understand each other quite well.
Just a while ago, the young girl finished her phone call and, taking advantage of the time she helped him last time, told him not to reveal her whereabouts, especially not to tell Qiao Qian'an.
As a result, the person involved chased after him with a kick.
It seems the little girl really does have some kind of precognitive ability!
"How can you be so sure I know where Mo Xiaoer is? You know that pampered brat isn't the type to readily reveal her whereabouts." Mo Tingqi slowly circled his index finger on the rim of his wine glass, his eyes filled with a half-smile as he asked.
“Intuition.” Qiao Qian’an gently stroked the bar, lost in thought. “If you tell me where she went, I’ll consider it a favor I owe you.”
On the surface, Mo Xiaoer and Mo Tingqi don't seem to get along, but he can tell that she cares a lot about this cousin. He guesses that in her heart, Mo Tingqi is almost on par with Mo Yanyu.
"Do you think I would betray my little princess for the sake of a favor?" Mo Tingqi glanced at him with an ambiguous expression.
Actually, if we're really going to talk about it, he quite admires Qiao Qian'an. There are plenty of idle rich kids in this circle, but Qiao Qian'an is different; he doesn't rely on his family or parents.
To be able to make a name for oneself in the entertainment industry is truly remarkable; one is indeed a "good sapling" that hasn't gone astray, which is rare indeed.
Although he doesn't think his personal favors are particularly valuable, he doesn't deny that for others, a favor made by a top-tier music producer in the entertainment industry is indeed priceless.
But when it came to him...
Qiao Qian'an's eyes flickered.
He didn't know, after all, he wasn't familiar with Mo Tingqi.
He approached him today purely out of a gamble.
Although the relationship between the Mo and Qiao families is fairly good, Mo Tingqi has an eccentric personality and always speaks with hidden meanings, like looking at flowers through a fog. You can peel back one layer and there are countless others, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts.
The thin veil made him appear cheerful and simple, but little did he know that Mo Tingqi was the most difficult to understand among the Mo and Mo families.
Sometimes you think he'll do that, but he'll do the opposite, often catching others off guard.
Therefore, people in the circle had long ago spread the saying that it was better to take a detour than to try to get close to Mo Tingqi.
Because if you talk to him, he can extract all the information about your ancestors in no time.
He disliked guessing what people were thinking, and because of Mo Xiaoer's affair, he avoided anything related to Mo Xiaoer, so the two of them hardly ever interacted.
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