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 saw how tired he looked when he entered, she did not ask anything else. The banquet today had proven that there was no good wine or good banquet. Such a big thing had suddenly happened.
