Ruan Tianling stood up, his expression calm. "I'm sorry, but I really can't agree to that request. Ms. Mo is my guest, not my servant. I cannot order her or control her."
Qi Ruigang snorted coldly. "That's your problem. I just need her to serve me."
"Ms. Mo won't serve you. She's physically weak, and her hand is injured, making her unable to work. Asking her to serve you would be deliberately torturing her."
Qi Ruigang frowned. "Fine, if she doesn't serve me otherwise, at least I want her to serve me during meals. That's my greatest concession!"
Ever since that day at the port, when he recklessly disarmed the explosive device around Mo Lan's neck—
Qi Ruigang realized he had become addicted, as if under a spell, wanting to see Mo Lan every moment of every day.
Even if she mocked him with sarcasm or treated him with disregard, he still longed to see her.
He thought to himself that it must be temporary interest in her that he couldn't shake off.
