Buhui picked up the glass of plain water on the table and took a sip. She said lightly, "Mr. Mo, I'm just a small fry. You bring me to such a fancy restaurant where one dish could cost me several days' wages; I can't afford such a favor."
Mo Beichen gritted his teeth, "Buhui, the master who treats money like dirt, why are you talking about money now? Isn't that a bit vulgar?"
"Since I've rejoined the secular world, I naturally can't treat money like dirt anymore. Mr. Mo, why don't I just watch you eat, and once you're done, you can let me go back."
Mo Beichen was so angry that he felt a sharp pain in his heart. He stared at her with a fierce look, but Buhui remained unaffected, leisurely sipping half a glass of water until the waiter finally started serving the dishes.
It must be said that Mo Beichen ordered the dishes very skillfully, as everything on the table happened to be Gu Qian's favorite. It seemed he hadn't given up on his suspicions and tests of her.
