"Brother Ziyi, what are you saying?"
Qin Qingqing feigned ignorance, looking at Mo Ziye.
In her heart, she silently prayed that Brother Ziyi wouldn't find out, please don't find out.
Mo Ziye's handsome face turned serious, suddenly stepping forward, grabbing Qin Qingqing's hand that was covering her mouth, and moving it away.
Then he bowed his head.
"Brother Ziyi."
Qin Qingqing exclaimed in surprise.
"You just ate Häagen-Dazs."
He sniffed, then straightened up, looking down at Qin Qingqing, who was lying and pretending to be dumb, "If you don't admit it, I'll call Zhang Minghui in right now."
"I..."
A hint of fear flashed across Qin Qingqing's face; Brother Ziyi was really too formidable.
Even still able to smell it.
"Will you confess yourself, or..."
"I'll confess myself."
Seeing him about to pull out his phone, Qin Qingqing immediately confessed.
"..."
Mo Ziye's face stayed solemn, lips lightly pressed.
Waiting for her confession.
