Mo Ziqi grunted a response, "Tomorrow, when you arrive at the mansion, go straight to the study room. I will be waiting for you there."
Having said that, he turned and left.
Fei'er's face fell, resembling an ostrich, shoulders drooping, her entire body emanating an air of dejection. Mo Ziqi took a few steps, then paused to look back, watching the disheartened silhouette behind him. His usually indifferent face suddenly broke into an unrestrained smile.
He couldn't help it; he just liked to bully her, enjoyed seeing her flustered and helpless. Having not teased her for several days, he felt as though something was missing in his heart, everything else seemed tasteless. Now, he was considering whether he should propose to her as early as Nangong Yi did, to marry her and take her home sooner!
