Mo Qian cast a cold glance at Nan Huiru but didn't move.
He was also surprised as to why Ji Wei had sent persimmons, but he knew she must have her reasons.
Mo Qian remained motionless, and Nan Huiru, unable to contain her anger, prepared to rush forward and snatch Ji Wei's gift, only to have her arm suddenly held back by someone.
"Huiru, let the kids handle their own matters," Gu Zhizhou, who had appeared behind her unnoticed, said in a deep voice.
"Zhizhou, you're not going to intervene in something this disgraceful?" Nan Huiru gritted her teeth in indignation but refrained from moving further, mindful of her husband's authority.
Gu Zhizhou, however, merely gazed at Ji Wei's face, so strikingly similar to someone else's, and pressed his lips in silence.
Everyone was waiting to see how Ji Wei would salvage the situation; if she couldn't resolve this gracefully, she'd surely be humiliated in front of them all.
