"Of course, when have I not been serious?"
Mo Ziye looked at her, his eyes exceptionally deep.
Qin Qingqing lightly pressed her lips together, her watery eyes gazing into his, "That's your own business. Even Uncle Mo and Aunt Wen can't control you. Even if you gave me that power, I wouldn't dare to control you either."
As she spoke, there was a teasing tone in her words.
Mo Ziye let out a soft laugh.
It seemed like it was really just a joke earlier.
A playful smile appeared on his sensual lips, "You're right, my parents can't handle my major life decisions, so you definitely can't."
After that, the atmosphere between them cooled down again.
Qin Qingqing didn't dare randomly find a topic to discuss.
Mo Ziye also remained silent, just quietly massaging her acupressure points.
Even in the silent and somewhat stifling atmosphere, time slipped by quickly.
Half an hour passed swiftly.
