"Eat properly without fussing over your food," Mo Ang sternly reprimanded.
With her head bowed, An Ning felt a familiar shiver run through her at the tone of his scolding.
She lifted her head to look at him.
Mo Ang squinted his eyes. "What? Am I wrong?"
An Ning shook her head. "Do you just enjoy scolding people?"
Mo Ang smiled. "I don't scold others; I only like to scold you."
An Ning was practically steaming with anger; this person was clearly teasing her. "I never thought Mr. Mo Ang would have so much free time."
"If you could give me your time, I could be even more leisurely," his gaze continued to rest on her small face.
An Ning didn't want to speak to this person anymore; the more they talked, the more advantage he would take.
So she busily ate, quickly finishing a plate of rice. "I've finished eating, Mr. Mo. If there's nothing else, I'm going upstairs!"
"But... your clothes are wet," Mo Ang said quietly.
