Mo Liancheng, that guy, finally started to seem a bit less annoying. No, that's not right—he was becoming increasingly easy on the eyes, more and more handsome!
"Is there something on my face?"
"Nothing." Qu Tan'er smirked, "Prince, you really are very handsome!"
"Handsome?"
"Charming!" Enchanting.
"Hmm?" His raised phoenix eyes still brimmed with inquiry.
Suddenly, Qu Tan'er puffed out her chest and imitated Mo Liancheng's usual tone, "Good compliments won't be repeated, bye-bye." Then she waved her small hand and headed for the door.
"Bye... bye? Master, what does that mean?" Yu Hao froze.
Mo Liancheng furrowed his brows slightly, guessing, "It should mean goodbye."
"..."
Qu Tan'er, who had just stepped out the threshold, naturally heard the conversation between the master and servant.
She was startled and nearly tripped—Mo Liancheng was indeed talented! His guess was almost spot on.