Mo Jingshen Came Like the Buddha, And She Was the Monkey God Trapped in His Palm

"If your mood is poor, let's go out for a walk to drive away your worries. It's fine if we don't drink. Let's just ease your worries." Bai Wei saw that they were both stiffly holding onto their stances and decided to act as the mediator. "As women ah, we must always treat ourselves well. Don't take things too hard. It's good to go out for a walk; you'll feel more comfortable than if you keep everything in your heart."

Ji Nuan kept her head down as she tied her shoelaces, keeping silent. Anyone could tell that she was currently holding in a lot.

It was likely because Feng Ling had become much closer to Ji Nuan that she gradually came to empathize with her in a lot of matters. Even as she remembered President Mo's orders and instructions, she understood that Ji Nuan really needed an outlet for her emotions right now.

She had indeed been restraining for a month. A switch must have been flipped tonight.