Not until Luo Peirou hastily left in embarrassment and anger did Qiao Xinran jump off Mo Yichen's back, facing Mo Yichen's puzzled look, Qiao Xinran stepped forward, hugged Mo Yichen's neck, and pecked him on the cheek.
"Mo Yichen, I'm extremely satisfied with your performance just now."
Beaming with joy, Qiao Xinran hugged his neck, leaned into his ear and said, "I'll reward you nicely tonight."
After saying that, she ran off with a flushed face.
Pausing for a moment, Mo Yichen then realized that Qiao Xinran's stomachache earlier was a pretense, and its purpose was self-explanatory.
With a helpless smile, Mo Yichen followed her with a step.
Upon entering the private room, he saw Qiao Xinran vividly describing Luo Peirou's face, which was alternating between pale and livid, as colorful and splendid as a painter's palette, speaking with animated expressions, almost rivaling a storyteller on TV.
"Xinran, it's such a waste you're not performing stand-up comedy."
