The man responded coolly with a sound: "Hmm..."
But his body made no move, and in his dark eyes, there was an intense gaze.
Qiao Ruoxin felt somewhat awkward and turned back to him again, "Why are you staring at me like that? I feel like I might as well be standing in front of you without any clothes on."
"Little Ghost, has that trash called you these past few days?"
Mo Chen's voice suddenly became very serious.
Her body stiffened slightly, "No, what's going on?"
The man lifted his wrist to check the time on his watch, the plane should be landing soon...
"It's nothing, I'm going to take a shower."
With that said, Mo Chen turned and left the kitchen.
In the spacious kitchen, only she remained, suddenly feeling very anxious. Indeed, Simon hadn't called again these past few days.
What did that mean?
...
After Mo Chen showered and changed his clothes, he walked into the dining room.
The dishes had been set on the table long ago, and Qiao Ruoxin was serving him soup.
