Mo Yesi lowered his head.
His sexy, warm, thin lips were only a centimeter away from her lips.
As he spoke, his exhaled heat fell onto the corner of her lips.
Rubbing his fingers gently against her jaw, his charming and cold eyes narrowed slightly, he asked with a little coldness, "Why was Su Ze at the banquet? You just happened to eat in the same place?"
The man seemed to be asking a random question, but the sensitive Qiao Mianmian immediately picked up on his meaning from his words.
She froze, blinked, and an inexplicable annoyance immediately rushed to her head as she frowned. "Do you suspect that I made an appointment with him?"
Mo Yesi pressed down to increase the strength of his fingers on her jaw, his eyes were deep and unpredictable. "Why, are you angry? I just feel that it was a bit of a coincidence."
He clearly did not feel that way.
He obviously suspected that she and Su Ze had agreed to meet in advance.
