Mo Jingxuan complained as if he had suffered a great injustice, just short of pounding the table and shedding a bucket of tears.
But, damn, his act was too fake... not a shred of acting talent. Negative 0.5 points, disqualified!
Qu Tan'er offered her candid assessment, then suddenly cocked her head, looking at Mo Liancheng, "Are you hiding something from me?"
Finally, she sensed something was amiss.
Because how could Mo Jingxuan, of all people, suddenly have the guts to invite her, his sister-in-law, to go out in front of a certain prince? And the guy painting at the desk, a standard ancient vinegar pot himself, had no reaction after hearing this? Normally, a flying paintbrush should be expected...
Both brothers were behaving strangely today, and even the atmosphere felt off.
"What do you think could be going on?" Mo Liancheng asked, his composed face giving nothing away, as if truly nothing had occurred.
