The man in question didn't quite know how to describe his current mood.
How had she figured it out? It was a long story.
Mo Si told Mo Chengyu to sit down. "Have a seat. I need to ask you a few questions."
"What's the name of the... young woman next door?"
"Her name is Jiang Qiuqiu. Why?"
'Qiuqiu? Juju? So Qiuqiu is her real name, and Juju is her alias?'
Mo Si said nothing, but his eyes clearly held a story. There was no way Mo Chengyu was going to let her silent brother get away with that.
She mulled over their conversation and realized Mo Si's curiosity about Jiang Qiuqiu was off the charts.
'And why did he suddenly relent and admit that Qiuqiu was the number one interstellar chef?'
'Big Bro couldn't have possibly eaten Qiuqiu's cooking, right? After all, their social circles didn't overlap at all.'
'...Wait a minute.'
There are many small, subtle things in life. Without a catalyst, Mo Chengyu would have just thought this series of events was trivial and ordinary.
