Mo Shu: "No."
Yu Siqiao remained silent, taking a sip of tea.
Xiao Yuan wasn't foolish; she could tell at a glance that they had definitely had an argument.
Otherwise, how could it be that just a moment ago Mo Shu had been praising Yu Siqiao, but when the person concerned arrived, she didn't say a word?
The atmosphere was inexplicably oppressive.
Xiao Yuan had been chatting animatedly with Mo Shu just before, but now she couldn't utter a single sentence.
Yet, the very culprit seemed to think he had done a splendid job.
Having finally quelled the person stirring up trouble in their marital relationship, Yu Siqiao felt rather magnificent.
The dishes arrived quickly, and Xiao Yuan gave a forced laugh before calling them to eat.
Mo Shu didn't make any noise, and Yu Siqiao couldn't bother to speak.
Soon, a toast ice cream was served. Mo Shu smelled the fragrance and immediately felt drawn to it, asking Xiao Yuan, "Did you order this?"
