Tang Mo'er walked into the dining room with her head high and sat down at the dining table to prove that her conscience was clear. There were two bowls of millet porridge, different types of dimsum, eggs and even a pitcher of milk on the dining table.
It was definitely a sumptuous spread.
"You cooked all this by yourself?"
Gu Mohan gave her a questionable glance that implied too well what he was thinkingーthat she thought too highly of him.
"I bought it."
Tang Mo'er groaned inwardly at her blunder. He probably didn't even know how to cook.
She took a delicate sip of milk before raising her eyes to look at him. She coughed naturally before continuing, "Erm, I have to offer an explanation about yesterday's incident. I… drank two shots of something I probably shouldn't have consumed, and it resulted in my… unruly behavior. Let's just forget about it all and get along as usual."
