"Stop fooling around," Wei Ting whispered.
His expression was still the same as usual, but there was a hint of helplessness in his tone.
Su Xiaoxiao said righteously, "I'm not fooling around. You're the one fooling around. Don't forget whose face you're wearing. Instead of obediently sitting in the carriage, you want to go out and be caught?"
Wei Ting subconsciously wiped his face.
Su Xiaoxiao slowly smiled. "Yes, you can take off your mask, but your face doesn't seem to be much safer, right?"
Wei Ting had been "seriously injured" by Guo Huan and had been lying in Number One Hall for so many days. He was still in danger.
If he really dared to appear on the road openly, his persona would collapse.
Wei Ting resigned himself to fate and sat back.
Su Xiaoxiao didn't let go of his sleeve.
