"Really?"
Mo Ziye seemed to smile a little, a hint of warmth appearing in his eyes as black as Mo Yu.
Standing originally in front of the magnolia tree, he took a step forward, his warm gaze falling on her, and said in a casual tone, "Since they're returning to the Imperial City tomorrow, you should be the one inviting him and Tang Jinchen for a meal. Why let him treat you instead?"
Qin Qingqing looked at the handsome face of Mo Ziye, feeling as though the gloomy aura around him earlier was just an illusion.
The man now had clear and elegant features, appearing lazy and relaxed, showing no sign of the previous displeasure.
She blinked and said lightly, "Maybe he feels guilty about freeloading these days."
This time Mo Ziye genuinely laughed.
The laughter was low and pleasant.
