After hanging up the phone, he fell into endless contemplation, quietly smoking.
Swirls of smoke blurred the handsome face of the man.
Qiao Ruoxin's mother had finally taken the initiative to come to him.
He could even imagine what Ruoxin was going to say to him tomorrow night.
Mo Chen stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, letting out a disdainful snort of laughter.
His gaze shifted to the simply-designed photo frame on his desk, which held a picture of him and Qiao Ruoxin.
In the photo, Little Ghost was holding onto his arm with a sweet smile, while he looked down at her with an expressionless face.
That day, he had taken Ruoxin's first kiss.
He had never said, but it was also his first kiss.
…
Soon, night fell.
When Qiao Ruoxin returned to Mansion No. 1 by the river, she found that today, Master Mo had come back very early and was not working in his study.
Instead, he was leaning on the bed in a black robe, reading a book.
Feeling so leisurely?
