Mo Yichen was leaning on the bench beside Chen Qian and folded his arms over his chest.

Chen Qian occasionally looked up at Mo Yichen who looked indifferent. The man had kept the same expression from the moment when she saw him. Looking at his expression, she felt like an idiot, but she still felt happy.

“Yichen, I want to talk to you. Would you please just sit and listen to me?”

Since she gained her father’s trust successfully, she believed she ...