Suddenly, a phone vibration broke the awkward silence in the car.
Mo Chen's slender fingers lightly touched the car's screen, and the call was answered. It was Mrs. Mo.
"Mom, what's up?"
"Mo Chen, bring Miss Qiao to the manor for a meal tomorrow."
The man was silent for three seconds before he replied, "Hmm."
The call ended.
Sitting in the passenger seat beside him, Qiao Ruoxin grew nervous. Mrs. Mo suddenly invited them both to the manor for a meal—why did it feel so ominous?
Before she could speak, the man said in a deep voice, "It's nothing, just a meal."
"Hmm, okay."
Suddenly, she felt a heavy sense of depression.
Back at Jiang Residence Number One, Mo Chen dealt with business matters in his study.
After taking a bath, Qiao Ruoxin lay on the bed alone, taking out her phone to chat with Lan Ke.
Qiao Ruoxin: [Mo's mother has invited me to dinner tomorrow, what do you think she wants?]
