Mo Xiangrui's smile faded a bit.

The gaze that looked at Qi Ru Yue was almost considered sharp.

The atmosphere at the table also became awkward.

Seeing this, Mo Zhengdao couldn't help but call out in a small voice, "Father, Father."

Mo Xiangrui's aura was slightly withdrawn, and he faintly asked, "Is it something you've encountered?"

Qi Ru Yue was swept by that gaze just now, a thin layer of sweat almost seeped out of her back, and she didn't have the coquettish ...