The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me

Jun Mochan’s gaze deep and profound, like the starry sky, twinkled with a hint of warmth, as if it was gently swaying with the stars.

But upon closer inspection, it was as deep as a well, with nothing but cold darkness remaining.

After all, who else besides Ye Ranran could receive his tender care?

"Who are you? And why am I here?" Jun Mochan spoke up, his voice was a bit hoarse from oversleeping.

"My name is Alice, but my Chinese name is Yue!" Song Yue boldly told him.

Only, she didn’t mention her last name.

How sensitive was Jun Mochan? He curled his lips in a perfectly fitting smile, "Does the lady not have a surname?"

"Of course, I do, but why would I tell you?" Song Yue retorted with righteousness.

Jun Mochan didn’t ask anymore, he wasn’t going to respond to her.