"Why is it suddenly delayed by an hour?"
"Forget it, don't think about it, it's not long anyway."
...
The speaker's words were unintentional, but the listener took them to heart.
Qiao Mo was somewhat anxious—could he really be backing out?
No, he wouldn't.
He kissed her when he arrived, didn't he?
And he clearly asked Yan Jiu to tell her.
So it won't happen, it definitely won't happen.
Just as she was overthinking things, someone appeared beside her. Xie Qinghuan, having changed into a pink dress, sat next to her, "That damned man, I'll never let him off easy!"
Qiao Mo showed a hint of a smile, "What happened now? He didn't bully you, did he?"
"Of course not," Xie Qinghuan replied immediately.
Qiao Mo looked at him suspiciously, because no matter how strong Qinghuan was, there's an inherent physical disparity between men and women, an unfairness born by the creator.
