After waiting for a while, Mu Jingnan arrived.
He seemed to be in a rush, taking off his suit jacket and draping it over his arm as he walked.
He raised his hand, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.
Under the light, the man's handsome face was exquisitely crafted as if by God's careful hands, exuding an innate nobility that enveloped him entirely.
His tall figure, emphasized by the white shirt, accentuated his aloof and arrogant demeanor.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Mu Jingnan sat down across from her, while Feng Yushu rested her chin on her clasped hands, watching him with interest, "What brings the second young master Mu to invite me for dinner today?"
"I'm in a good mood, can't I?"
In a good mood?
Are you kidding a three-year-old?
With that expression, he sure didn't look like he was in a good mood.
Feng Yushu chuckled quietly, "Since you're in a good mood, I'll take this chance to have a feast at your expense."
"Feel free."
