Gong Ou shook the medicine bottle in his hand, as his black eyes swept towards Mo Nuo.
“Yeah.” Mo Nuo nodded, “In the future, I will also have to properly contribute to the clan and manage my own marriage. I don’t have anymore time to care about you.”
Mo Nuo closed his sore eyes, turned around and left. His steps were still elegant and enchanting, like a proud peacock. Even if his face was covered with tears, the view of his back would still be the most beautiful and nostalgic.
As Gong Ou sat on the chair, a profound look flashed across his eyes. He remembered the cautious look Shi Xiaonian had in front of him.
The air was filled with the awkwardness of the mystery.
“Yes.” Feng De hurriedly said, “Miss Xi said that she will definitely be back before 8 PM to accompany Miss Sunflower and Young Master Holly for a New Year’s Eve dinner.”
8 PM.
Wait a while, then.
“Yes, I’m your father.” Gong Ou looked at the cowering Gong Kui, and said with a low voice, “Solanum nigrum, were you the one who picked the flowers in the afternoon? “It’s very beautiful.”
“I did.”
Gong Ou said in a low voice.
20 minutes quickly passed under Gong Kui’s pile of English and Chinese.
“Uncle Qingfeng?”
“Yes, Uncle Qingfeng’s drawing is really good. He said that he wanted to go painting with us, and we want to go as well. Are you going?” Gong Kui said happily.
“They were close?”
asked coldly. Seems like he had thought too simply last time.