Rooftop Restaurant.
Qiao Ruoxin and Mo Chen sat at the 36th-floor rooftop restaurant, admiring the breathtaking night view of the entire imperial capital.
The night breeze gently brushed her languid, tender long curls.
With a flicker of inspiration, she looked at the man opposite her, "Mo Chen, brother! Let's go to the suburbs to stargaze later!"
Mo Chen's dark eyes slightly startled, his tone impatient, "Not going!"
What was a grown man like him going to do watching stars?
He'd rather go to the zoo to watch gorillas!
The hopeful smile on Qiao Ruoxin's little face disappeared instantly, whispering with a complaint, "That's so unromantic…"
At that moment, the phone rang.
She answered the phone, "Who is this?"
"Baby, I've been looking for you for so long; I didn't expect to find you on a talent show in the end."
Her whole body stiffened at the sound of the man's voice from the phone, her complexion turning a few shades uglier.
