"Did you rush back just to ask me these things?" Jiang Qiuqiu's eyes widened. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have let you in the car."
"So, now that I've been specially recruited by the Military Department, I guess I'm your subordinate? You can't even get three sentences in without bringing up spiritual power!"
Jiang Qiuqiu's expression didn't change as she spoke, but her tone rose slightly. Hearing this, Mo Si couldn't quite tell if she was angry.
"That's not what I meant..." Mo Si said. "It just slipped out."
He'd stumbled into another dead-end topic.
'Why is every topic I bring up a dead-end one?' Realizing this one was also a bad idea, Mo Si quickly changed the subject.
"Let's change the subject. Qiuqiu, won't you be cold wearing that to the annual meeting today?" Outside, the world was blanketed in snow. Against the apricot-colored gauze dress, her exposed skin seemed as pale as the snow itself.
