The young man's forehead was dripping with cold sweat as he continuously bowed and apologized, his humble desire to survive palpable.
Mo Yinhe couldn't be bothered with him and coldly snorted, "Aren't you going to scram?"
The young man clutched his tray and scurried away; a large-scale social death scene indeed.
Si Mingjing turned her head back around, placed the glass of milk on the table, and smiled as she began eating breakfast with a knife and fork.
Mo Yinhe teased her, "Darling, your charm is too much. I'll have to keep a closer eye on you, or someone might whisk you away."
Si Mingjing, busy eating breakfast, said, "It's clearly your charm that's great. Just look at how many girls are sneaking glances at you. I'm getting jealous."
Mo Yinhe had long been accustomed to being watched wherever he went and threw her a suggestive look.
"Shouldn't you keep a closer watch, too?"
Si Mingjing couldn't hide her amusement and stretched out her leg to kick him gently.
