Upon hearing "thank you," the man's face, which was originally normal in expression, suddenly turned dark. He fixed his gaze on her and, instead of answering, retorted, "When did we become so distant that you need to thank me?"
There was a hint of displeasure in the man's tone.
Ning Wan was completely taken aback by what Xi Mohan said, stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond, standing there awkwardly while holding up her gown's hem.
Xi Mohan glanced at her indifferently, then sighed helplessly, holding her hand, "Let's go."
"Where to?" Ning Wan asked instinctively.
Instead of answering, he asked, "What do you think?"
She was directly stunned, then helplessly pursed her lips, "How would I know where you're taking me?"
He hadn't told her, yet he called her early in the morning and had Assistant Chen bring her here.
The way he spoke, did he think she was a fortune teller? Knowing things in advance.
