Mo Shu looked at her, somewhat innocently, and said, "Why did you say that? How did you lose your composure? We're all classmates."
He chuckled, "It's my maid, new here, too serious, quite ignorant, you're so magnanimous, please don't mind her."
Nangong Ruming forced a smile, her face looked worse than crying, "Of course not..."
"That's good," Mo Shu smiled warmly, "Serve the dishes, let's eat and chat."
Nangong Ruming hesitated a bit and got up.
Subconsciously, she looked at Mo Shu, and found Mo Shu also looking at her with a half-smile, as if saying: Did I tell you to stand up?
Nangong Ruming felt uncertain in her heart, not knowing whether to stand up or not.
Feeling even more irritated, holding back a breath.
But Mo Shu is currently the Emperor's most beloved Princess, the reception banquet from a few days ago has already spread everywhere.
