Mu Yunshen drove to the Mo Mansion.
Mo Lier had returned unexpectedly, and the servants had hastily cleaned her room. She sat in the dining room, sipping on sweet snow fungus soup, and looked across the table at the beautiful and insouciant man, "Yunshen, won't you have some? The soup is very sweet."
Very sweet…
The sweet, soft face suddenly emerged in his mind, smiling foolishly at him, scraping cream onto his nose.
Mu Yunshen frowned, feeling a nameless irritation. He fiddled with a lighter, speaking indifferently, "I'm not hungry."
"Yunshen, it's been about two years since we last met, right?" Mo Lier stirred the soup with a small voice, "Brother came to see me in Berlin last year, didn't he? You didn't come."
He casually replied, "Hmm, didn't you tell me not to visit you?"
She thought he must have known about her past romance, but he really didn't ask anything.
