Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 320: Sister?_1

Chapter 320: Chapter 320: Sister?_1

"Shh! Keep it down; these are all big shots among big shots."

He Chen stepped forward and covered Zhao Yumo’s mouth with his hand.

Kidding me, any one of these big shots could snuff me out with just a flick of their fingers.

"Old He, you’re quite early,"

Just then, Mo Han came over, greeting him like an old friend.

With so many big shots around, Mister Mo actually took the initiative to greet me first?

He Chen was both excited and grateful as he hurriedly stepped forward to fist-bump in reply, "Mister Mo, how do you do!"

At that moment, the four big shots at the entrance came down the steps, one after another, to greet him, "We welcome Mister Mo!"

"It seems I was rash, arranging a gathering for a meal and then being the last to arrive, I’ll punish myself with three drinks later on,"

Mo Han chuckled, gestured with his hand and said, "Come on, let’s all go in together."

Tang Guowei’s face showed a hint of a smile as he glanced at his granddaughter and beckoned, "Chu Chu, bring in the Zhu Ye Qing liquor I’ve been saving for many years."

Tang Chuchu smiled faintly in reply, "Grandpa, rest assured, I brought it over early."

As she spoke, Tang Chuchu raised her head and glanced at Mo Han, her pretty face blushing slightly.

For today’s gathering, she indeed had dressed up meticulously, wearing a custom-made evening gown by Venus’ luxury designers and a ten-carat purple pearl necklace around her neck, looking quite regal and refined.

Tang Chuchu’s features were already not bad, and with these clothes and jewels, her aura became even more otherworldly.

Even Mo Han took a second glance.

Today’s Miss Tang had shed some of her usual petulance, taking on more of a celestial quality, as if descended from the heavens. Women truly are changeable creatures.

"Xiuli greets Mister Mo."

At this moment, another woman with no less striking features stepped forward and gave Mo Han a courteous bow.

This woman, about the same age as Tang Chuchu, if Miss Tang could be compared to a budding rose, this woman named Xiuli was like a pure lotus unstained by mud, exuding an air of innocence.

Mo Han frowned slightly; he wasn’t familiar with this woman.

"Mister Mo, this is my granddaughter, Zhu Xiuli. She has just returned from abroad,"

Zhu Wenjin walked up smiling and continued, "I brought her along for the meal today; you won’t mind, will you, Mister Mo?"

Wen Biyu was worried that Mo Han might feel offended and hastily said, "Big Brother Mo, Xiuli has been a good friend of ours for many years. She’s a great person; you can’t just send her away."

This...

Am I such a heartless person?

Mo Han had a headache, squeezed out a smile and said, "So, you’re Old Zhu’s granddaughter. Since you’re here, let’s all go inside together."

Noticing that other granddaughters had made their presence felt by speaking up, while his own granddaughter remained silent, Zhou Zhishan felt rather annoyed and nudged her covertly, "Yutong, what are you dazing off for?"

"Didn’t you see Tang Chuchu finding an opportunity to strike up a conversation with Mister Mo?"

Zhou Yutong actually wanted to speak as well, but though she appeared carefree, she was quite shy at heart, not quite used to making the first move.

Seeing her grandfather had spoken, Zhou Yutong felt somewhat helpless and could only step forward with a thick face, whispering, "Mo... Mister Mo, hello."

Her demeanor was a mix of shyness and a touch of anticipation.

Tang Chuchu and Wen Biyu both glanced in her direction, a ripple of emotion running through their hearts.

Women’s sixth sense is incredibly accurate; seeing Zhou Yutong’s demure look, they had already concluded that this girl must have fallen for Mister Mo.

And no wonder, how many women could resist a man as outstanding as Mister Mo?

Looking at Zhou Zhishan’s pleased expression as if saying his interests could be taught, Tang Chuchu and Wen Biyu were startled.

Could it be that old Master Zhou also wanted to attract Mister Mo as a son-in-law?

Mo Han, always straightforward, hadn’t guessed Zhou Yutong’s feelings at all. He simply smiled and replied, "Miss Zhou, there’s no need for pleasantries. Honestly, I preferred your spirited attitude back at the Yulin Zhai."

Initially, when his father-in-law Luo Shanchuan was set up at the Yulin Zhai, Zhou Yutong didn’t understand the situation and had a scuffle with Mo Han, making it a case of not getting along until they fought.

He likes the old me?

With that said, Zhou Yutong blushed even more.

Could it be Mister Mo actually likes me? Does this mean I also stand a chance?

Zoom!

Instantly, three women turned their gazes sharply onto Zhou Yutong.

Even the usually composed Wen Biyu became intrigued, wondering if Mister Mo preferred those who were as embarrassed as Zhou Yutong.

Tang Chuchu clenched her fists, her lips pouted so much she could hang an oil bottle from them.

Zhu Xiuli was just curiously observing Mo Han, wondering what kind of charm this man possessed to make three of Jiangling City’s most dazzling misses so fond of him.

"Hehe, our Yutong seems to have a chance!"

Zhou Zhishan stroked his chin beard, his face beaming with a broad smile.

Tang Guowei and Wen Tianning were slightly peeved; they couldn’t understand why Mister Mo would express his liking for Zhou Yutong in front of so many people.

Damn it, it looks like we need to encourage our granddaughter to take the initiative!

Seeing Zhou Yutong looking as red as a ripe apple, Mo Han, no matter how oblivious, realized she had gotten the wrong end of the stick and quickly tried to fix it, "Miss Zhou, you mustn’t misunderstand; that’s not what I meant."

"What I meant was, you are like a sister to me..."