Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, not expecting Yan Jiu to suddenly invite her.
"No, Mr. Yan, I've already eaten."
Qiao Mo refused, hesitated for a moment and then added, "I should thank you for your help at the banquet today."
Yan Jiu curled his lips, his mischievous eyes recklessly scanning Qiao Mo, "Even without me, Little Sister Qiao is so clever, she would have surely turned danger into safety."
His gaze made Qiao Mo somewhat uncomfortable. After a moment of silence, she said again, "Mr. Yan, if there's nothing else, I'll be heading back now."
With that, Qiao Mo glanced at him and turned to go upstairs, not wanting to stay with Yan Jiu.
Yan Yiheng was different from Fu Nancheng, he wasn't as deep and cold, but rather frivolous and unrestrained, yet he had the same sinister and ruthless aura as Fu Nancheng.
She knew that being too close to these privileged individuals who were born with a silver spoon was like seeking skin from a tiger.
