Chu Yao's hand hanging by her side moved slightly, her heart bitter and indescribable, her emotions nearly showing on her face, on the brink of collapsing.
Just as she was about to walk behind Mo Suizhi, Mo Tingshen came over, pushing the wheelchair handle, his gaze towards her, "Wipe your hands dry."
Chu Yao wiped them directly on his body.
Once done, she left.
Mo Tingshen glanced at his shirt and then back at her, pressing his lips together firmly.
This bad habit seemed impossible to kick.
"Brother, don't be mad. Xiao Yao is still young, and besides, she's always been mischievous like this. She just came back, please don't give her a hard time," Mo Suizhi hurriedly defended.
Mo Tingshen pushed the wheelchair forward, expressionless, "I didn't say anything about her."
Mo Suizhi breathed a sigh of relief.
Dinner was extremely awkward, Chu Yao barely touched her chopsticks. She and Lu Zhenzhen had eaten their fill, thankfully, or she really would have been too sick to eat.
