Mo Beichen's eyes were full of pain. He wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes, forced himself to swallow the beggar's chicken, and looked at the sumptuous feast on the table. He said softly, "Qianqian, these are all your favorite dishes. Try them."
However, whether it was his deep affection or his pain, it was all just a one-man show. Buhui was unmoved.
"Sir, although I don't know who this Qianqian you're talking about is, I don't like to eat these things, especially greasy meat dishes." Buhui stood up, picked up her bag, "Please excuse me, I must take my leave now."
Mo Beichen looked at her unresponsive manner with pain, but this time he did not stop her.
Buhui opened the door and left, the door of the private room closed with a "bang", Mo Beichen closed his eyes slightly, and tears streamed down his face. Is she really not Qianqian? The figure looked so similar, clearly...
Was he really mistaken?
