But...
She had no choice. Su Lan was not wrong, even if she had a choice, Su Qingtian would choose to go back.
Su Qingtian stepped down one by one, every inch here exuded the fresh and free scent, just like the feeling radiating from Tong Ran. She wondered, if she stayed here long enough, would Mo Nanjue also fall in love with this version of her?
She stood by the coffee table with her head bowed, "Am I leaving today?"
Mo Beiyan nodded, there were red marks on his collarbone from being scratched, and he casually crossed a leg, "Later, tell Master Ran and the others that you need to go home first."
"What if my mom wants to go with me..."
Mo Beiyan wasn't in the mood to talk much with her. He got up and walked upstairs, "That's not my concern. Anyway, I'm sending someone to pick you up this afternoon. The rite will be over tonight. If you want to be taken back, don't implicate me."
"Okay," Su Qingtian nodded obediently, "Thank you, Eldest Young Master."
