Sure enough.
As soon as Mo Chuxi spoke, Mo Qingning immediately shut her mouth, directing her gaze toward the large gift box he handed over.
Yan Xinxin also looked over, curious.
"Aren't you going to open it and see?"
Mo Chuxi's lips curved gently, his tone carrying a hint of affectionate coaxing—of course, the kind of patient love an older brother shows his younger sister.
Mo Qingning puffed up her cheeks in a haughty manner.
"Does Young Master Mo feel guilty for blaming the wrong person, so he's specially giving me a gift to apologize?"
"Hmm, I won't deny that I was too impulsive before, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, Miss Mo. Why would you think I'm apologizing to you? Or perhaps… are you and that certain young master now involved in some unusual relationship?"
"..."
Listening to the undertones in Mo Chuxi's remark, Mo Qingning's haughty smile subtly faded, and an unnatural blush crept onto her radiant, fair face.
