So, what should we do now?
It's just the two of us again.
The two of them stood at the gate, with the busy street in front of them, cars coming and going, awkwardly bemusing.
Tong Yan looked up at the sky, trying to make conversation, "Young Master Mo, the moon is really big and round tonight."
As soon as she finished speaking, a cloud floated over and covered the moon.
Tong Yan: ...
Oh heavens, is this really necessary?
Isn't this a bit too disrespectful!
She really didn't want these face-slapping moments at all, geez!
Tong Yan could only chuckle, "What an unfortunate coincidence."
"It is indeed." Bo Yimo's eyes held a gentle affection, a glance and you'd be captivated, his lips slightly curled up, a smile crept onto his face, making it seem like a blossom of prosperity.
Tong Yan, being rather oblivious, didn't notice the difference in the way this man treated her compared to others.
At this moment, a long black limousine pulled up in front of them.
