Before long, footsteps approached from outside the room. Mo Yinhe came in with a bowl and spoon, his tall stature strikingly impressive. He exuded style in a simple white shirt. He wore it with an air of inborn elegance and sexiness that mesmerized Si Mingjing, who didn't want to take her eyes off him.
Mo Yinhe set the bowl and spoon on the table and strode towards her, his face alight with unexpected joy.
Si Mingjing propped her head up with two pillows, leaning back lazily. As Mo Yinhe approached, she asked curiously, "What's got you so happy?"
Mo Yinhe's roguishly charming face held a mysterious hint of Celestial Auspiciousness. "Take a guess," he said.
"Did they catch the person who poisoned Ying Qiao?"
Ying Qiao again? Mo Yinhe thought, annoyed.
