Mo Nie's lips twitched slightly; he looked at Ye Jinwen with an expressionless face, not understanding.
Ye Jinwen nudged his chin, "See, this restaurant all belongs to her, you couldn't have imagined, right?"
Mo Nie: ...
He wouldn't listen, he didn't believe, it was impossible.
"Believe me, she's not wrong, the fact that we can sit in this Number One VIP room, indeed, we're basking in Lu Mian's hospitality."
"..."
Mo Nie was struck hard, and he turned back to Xiao Qimo in a frenzy, seeking a denial on his master's face, but he found that Lord Mo's expression was gloomy, slightly off. There was an emotion brewing in those dark eyes that he couldn't comprehend.
"Lord, what's wrong with you?"
Xiao Qimo pushed up his glasses and took a slow sip of tea, "You just said... she was chatting with a man?"
Mo Nie: "Yes... yes."
Xiao Qimo nodded and took another sip of tea.
