"You're staring at me like that, it seems you've agreed."
Xia Yiwan suddenly shot up, "I did not."
Xia Yiwan blushed, "I have something to ask you."
"Ask." Si Mo's hand began to twitch again.
"You're not allowed to get angry." Xia Yiwan anxiously looked at the handsome man.
Si Mo's hand paused, then he stared at her, "What do you want to ask?"
"I..." Seeing Si Mo's slightly dark expression, Xia Yiwan felt a bit uneasy.
Si Mo saw this and changed his expression, tilting his lips slightly, "How about you feed me first, then ask your question? I promise not to get angry, okay?"
"..."
"I'll give you three seconds to think it over," Si Mo said.
"One."
"Two."
"I agree," Xia Yiwan spoke, "but no matter what I ask, you can't get angry."
If she could clarify his grievance with Gu Chen at once, that would be good.
"I only promise not to get angry, but I don't promise to answer every question." Si Mo's expression was indifferent.
He has already guessed what she wants to ask.
