Mo Beichen closed his eyes, Qianqian was stubborn yet tender-hearted, having just called out to him in a way that broke his heart, and now she still couldn't bear to see him suffer; his thin lips curved into a hint of a smile.
Opening his eyes, he gazed at her with a hazy look, focusing on her chin, "Qianqian, do you love me?"
Ye Jiao's movements halted, a trace of scorn passing through her eyes—he really mistook her for Gu Qian. It made sense; she had known about his feelings for his foster sister two years ago.
She remembered the first time they met; she was being harassed by a corpulent investor, and ultimately, in the hotel corridor, she ran into Mo Beichen, who probably rescued her because she resembled Gu Qian to some degree.
Afterward, she had been planning to encounter him again.
