"You don't look happy. Could it be that treating me to a meal makes you very unhappy?"
Ming Sihan asked even though he knew the answer. Anyway, he was in a much better mood now.
Who asked this woman to always be close to Mo Chengfeng and not him?
He was doing this on purpose to take revenge on Mo Ruyue.
Mo Ruyue felt that she had lost more blood today than her aunt.
Facing Ming Sihan's question, she could only force herself to smile and say, "No, no. I'm very happy. Being able to treat master to a meal is the blessing that I've cultivated in my life."
No matter how unhappy he was in his heart, he still had to maintain his interpersonal relationship on the surface.
After all, Ming Sihan was the demon lord.
Ming Sihan pinched Mo Ruyue's cheek and said, "Then cheer up and smile. Don't look so sad."
"Alright, alright, alright."
Mo Ruyue pretended to pander.
He sneered in his heart.
