In the carriage, Mo Xuetong put down the curtains.

"Are you still hungry? I've had people prepare dinner. I haven't had it so can you have it with me?" Feng Yuran unwillingly averted his eyes from her face. He suddenly raised his lips in a smile and then pointed to a small chest under the tea table. "Look over there."

Mo Xuetong's mind was still on what she had seen and didn't instantly react. When she realized, she found there was already a smile on his handsome ...