Lin Qian nonchalantly suggested, "Moyang, should we go and greet them later?"
Gu Moyang was a tad taken by surprise that she didn't address him as 'Mr. Gu', but instead called him by his first name.
The corner of his mouth slightly rose, did Lin Qian begin to accept him?
"Xiao Qian, what did you just call me?"
Lin Qian lowered her head, not responding to his question.
Sometimes Gu Moyang's gaze was excessively sincere, which made her feel guilty.
She knew too well that Gu Moyang was an exceptional cop, she must control herself to not spill any beans.
Being with Gu Moyang had its pros and cons.
Gu Moyang didn't pressure her, merely letting her order food.
Lin Qian's scallion-like slender fingers were still as lovely as before.
She pointed at the dishes on the menu, asking the waiter to take the order.
Suddenly, Gu Moyang noticed a tiny needle hole on her arm.
He lightly furrowed his eyebrows, waiting until the waiter had left.
