Xu Su gave him a knowing look. 'Surely Zhou Mochen, as one of the guys, would know more about this than I do.'
But Zhou Mochen fell silent for a long while, as if presented with a difficult problem. He then leaned forward slightly, lowered his head, and asked, "What's your theory?"
"What other theory could there be!" Xu Su thought he was deliberately playing dumb. She pinched his waist in a huff. "A playboy suddenly mends his ways and stops playing the field. What other reason could there possibly be?"
"What reason could there be…" Zhou Mochen's gaze darkened. He set aside the proposal in his hands, cupped Xu Su's chin to tilt her face up, and stared at her intently. "What are you really trying to say?"
Xu Su had no idea their trains of thought weren't even on the same track…
She might be oblivious about other things, but she was keenly perceptive when it came to shifts in Zhou Mochen's mood.
