"A business trip?"
Qin Qingqing's delicate, fair face momentarily displayed several expressions.
Her previously lowered head suddenly lifted, nearly bumping into Mo Ziye's face.
Mo Ziye instinctively leaned back slightly, although they didn't collide, the close proximity entwined their breaths.
The air subtly tinged with an inexplicable nuance.
"Yes, a business trip."
He gazed deeply into her eyes.
"What if I had won?"
Qin Qingqing suddenly backed up two steps, maintaining a safe distance and asked.
Now she finally understood.
He had called her early in the morning to climb the mountain and placed a bet for this purpose.
Mo Ziye's eyes flickered, a faint smile curved at the corner of his mouth, elegant and dignified, causing Qin Qingqing to feel momentarily dazed.
Eighteen years by his side, she had seen this smile numerous times.
Yet now, seeing it left her somewhat bewildered.
"Could you really beat me?"
Mo Ziye asked casually.
