"Hmm, not bad. However, if she heard it..." Mo Liancheng's lips curled involuntarily, imagining that furious little face, feeling inexplicably content.
He waved his hand, and Yu Hao withdrew.
The painting had to continue.
But the person in the painting had exactly that furious little face...
Evening, Snow Courtyard.
Qu Tan'er finally got out of bed to eat, but aside from Jing Xin, no one else was allowed in the bedroom, including Yuela and Xiao Wei.
"I am bedridden? He took care of me for seven days? This is what's being spread around in the manor?" Qu Tan'er slapped her chopsticks on the table, her little face filled with such anger that she nearly flipped the table over—if not for Jing Xin holding it down.
"Master, calm down!" Jing Xin said calmly.