In the past three days, Mo Jiashuo hadn't made a single call, as if he had completely forgotten about her.
To be honest, she was really starting to worry.
Yet, she didn't dare to call Mo Jiashuo to ask when he would take her away.
Thinking about this, Qin Youxue felt her stomach clench, and she couldn't eat a single bite.
She was really, really worried.
Perhaps she was overly eager, which made her especially worried about failure, as she couldn't imagine what treatment she would face from Mo Hexuan's side if things didn't work out.
Qin Youxue put down her chopsticks and stood up from the dining chair.
"Miss Qin?"
"I can't eat anymore."
Qin Youxue said softly.
The butler glanced at her mostly untouched meal, said nothing more, and just replied, "Then eat when you're hungry."
