"Did you register the company as I told you to?" Mo Xun asked her casually.
"I've registered, and now I'm waiting for the agency to handle it. They said they would notify me when needed," Tang Zhiluo replied.
Mo Xun didn't know why, but he felt Tang Zhiluo was much colder than before, lacking her previous enthusiasm.
He pursed his lips and walked to the dining table where breakfast was already prepared.
Beside it was a cup of black coffee.
Mo Xun took a sip. It wasn't the Geisha coffee he had sent.
She didn't use it?
Mo Xun's mood inexplicably became gloomier.
What exactly did Tang Zhiluo mean?
He felt irritated but his pride wouldn't allow him to ask; in his mind, Tang Zhiluo was someone who should look up to him.
He was accustomed to her adoring and pursuing him, and now her sudden coldness made Mo Xun very uncomfortable.
He ate breakfast with a cold face; Tang Zhiluo didn't come over.