Mo Beichen was seething with anger. This woman was truly heartless. Just now she said being with him felt illicit, and yet she went off to eat alone, not even bothering to pack a dinner for him. How outrageous!
"Yeah, it's getting dark so early, and I haven't had dinner yet."
Gu Qian could indeed see the accusations in his eyes and said apologetically, "I ate in the cafeteria, thinking you might not like it. How about I call and have the dining department send something over?"
Mo Beichen sat there unmoving, not saying a word, his demeanor as stern as a sculpture. The sight made Gu Qian's heart inexplicably anxious. She added, "What would you like to eat? I can go out and get it for you."
"Do you mean it?" Mo Beichen asked.
"I do. So what do you want to eat?" Gu Qian sighed inwardly. In front of her, Mo Beichen was always unpredictable like a child, sometimes happy, sometimes angry, his mood swings keeping her on her toes.
