If Mo Beichen knew what Gu Qian was thinking, he might regret it so much that he'd turn his insides green. He just wanted to tease her, see her get jealous, but the situation seemed to be heading in the wrong direction, as if he was becoming a jerk.
"What's the joy from?" Mo Beichen asked, his expression gloomy and dark.
The staff member was taken aback, cautiously glanced at Mo Beichen, only to find his face frighteningly dark. Confused, he felt a strong sense of crisis, making him too afraid to utter a word.
Mo Beichen eagerly glanced at Gu Qian, then glanced at her again, noticing that since she returned from the restroom, her focus had not been on him, but on flipping through the picture album.
He was anxious, feeling like his heart and lungs were being scratched. The atmosphere had been so good just moments ago; how did it suddenly turn into this?
