The sedan sped away into the distance.
Mo Shiche stood motionless, his tall and upright figure staring down the road from which the car had disappeared, remaining unmoved for a long time.
Behind him, Liansu couldn't help but speak up, "Young Master, why didn't you tell Young Madam... that you wanted her to stay and have dinner with you?"
Having heard that, Mo Shiche finally snapped out of his daze. His eyelashes drooped as he spoke indifferently, "She wanted to eat hairy crabs, didn't she?"
"But Young Master, you could also have joined Young Madam for dinner."
"She hates me, doesn't she," the man self-deprecatingly murmured, "If I joined her, she might not have been able to eat a single bite. She's been tired all night, and since she said she was hungry, let her have a good meal."
Liansu was momentarily stunned by this, wanting to argue, but he found no words to counter.
Weirdly... it made sense.
