After speaking, An Ning hung up the phone, turned off the computer, picked up her handbag and walked towards the door.
She opened the office door and urged Mo Ang, "Mr. Mo, I'm leaving work now. Sorry, I can't stay here and chat with you anymore. Please go ahead."
Mo Ang stood in place and asked, "Where are you going later?"
"Haha..." An Ning's laughter was cold, hardly amusing. "Does it matter to you where I'm going?"
"Say it!"
"Of course, it's a date."
Mo Ang's expression turned dark, as unpleasant as could be. "I mean, where are you two going for the date?"
"First dinner, then a movie. Of course, if I find him decent and we have common topics, I might go to his place tonight to continue chatting." She thought it over and added, "Hmm... After all, it's rare to find a confidant who doesn't lie and doesn't hide behind a mask nowadays!"
Mo Ang's gaze suddenly dimmed, staring at her forcefully.
