Ji Mo smiled, "I brought some stomach medicine with me, in case you feel like having some, I can join you."
Ye Qiao chuckled lightly, amused by his comment, and in that moment, it seemed as if all the grievances in her heart had dissipated like smoke.
The car continued on its way until Ji Mo noticed a tea restaurant belonging to the La Family that was still open. He parked the car and walked in with Ye Qiao.
Since it was late at night, there weren't many people in the restaurant. They found a secluded and quiet corner to sit down. As they were ordering, the waiter's eyes kept darting to their faces.
Finally, he couldn't help himself and asked Ye Qiao, "Excuse me, you're... you're Miss Ye Qiao, right?!"
"That's me," Ye Qiao tidied her hair, "but don't tell anyone, okay? Otherwise... it'd be too embarrassing."
