"Why are you sighing?"
Mo Qian lifted his eyelids and asked indifferently.
"I thought you weren't planning to talk to me anymore."
Ji Wei noticed he was willing to speak, so she seized the chance and stepped closer, standing in front of him. "Honey, did you smell that? There's a faint sour scent in the study."
She spoke with a straight face, but the laughter in her bright eyes betrayed her true feelings.
Mo Qian: "..." Well, well, now she dared to mock him outright!
It seemed he had been spoiling her too much lately, spoiling her to the point that she was becoming a little unruly and bold!
The man snorted angrily, his gaze falling on the scattered documents on the desk. The expression on his handsome face practically screamed: I'm very upset.
Ji Wei saw this and nearly burst into laughter. She barely managed to rein it in, her beautiful eyes flickering as a mischievous idea suddenly came to her.
