Mo Chen watched her eyes, and seeing that she hadn't responded for quite a while, he pinched her cheek and said in a deep voice, "What are you thinking about?"
"Ah? Nothing… I know you're busy with work, I understand."
She understood men were busy with work, but Mo Chen's recent behavior had been very unusual.
…
Western restaurant.
She and Mo Chen were sitting at a table by the window, where they could see a few swans in the distant lake.
Qiao Ruoxin withdrew her gaze and looked at the man opposite her. When silent, Mo Chen's every move exuded the temperament of a nobleman, and even browsing the menu was a pleasing sight.
Mo Chen handed the menu to the waiter: "That will be all."
"Very well, sir. Please wait a moment."
The waiter took the menu and left.
The man took a sip from the glass of lemon water in front of him, looked at the Little Ghost across from him, and said with a somewhat serious expression, "You're not allowed to see her again, understand?"
