It wasn't Mo Yinhe? Si Mingjing's expression became solemn as she ate breakfast, thinking about who her secret admirer could be—there weren't many possibilities.
So far, the only person who had expressed interest in her was Qu Liushang; there was no one else.
Suddenly, Si Mingjing rubbed her chin, thinking somewhat disheartenedly, I'm not the object of more people's secret crushes? Could it be that I'm not charming?
"What are you thinking about?" Mo Yinhe's insightful gaze fell upon her gloomy face. He always found her expressions at such moments rather intriguing.
Si Mingjing shook her head quickly. "Nothing." If I said what I was thinking, I'd have to coax my husband again tonight!
