There were already dishes placed on the table, and they were all Mo Xuetong's favorites. Feng Yuran did not ask the maidservant to serve her. Instead, he scooped up a bowl of fragrant rice for Mo Xuetong and a bowl for himself. He glanced at Mo Xuetong with his beautiful eyes and raised his brows. "Do you have something to ask me?"

"How did you know I wanted to ask you something?" Mo Xuetong could not help but feel strange. She did have something to say earlier. However, as she ...