After the journalists were taken away by the police, the live internet broadcast came to an end. And room 21226 returned to its peaceful state.
"Quan Che, thank you for tonight," Mo Qiansu said earnestly.
"It was a small favor, friends don't need to thank each other," Quan Che replied with a smile that was as refreshing as a breeze, poetic and picturesque.
With his handsome and sunny appearance, Quan Che naturally had the charm to bewitch all living beings.
During his conversation with Mo Qiansu, he felt a cold gaze fixed upon him.
Clearly, a certain man was feeling jealous.
Quan Che curved the corners of his lips, finding it somewhat amusing. His gaze shifted, meeting Gu Xuanye's icy stare, and he half-joked, half-seriously said, "If you want to thank me, I will gladly accept it."
"Why should I thank you? It's what you should do," Gu Xuanye's retort was full of conviction.
