Ning Yan'er's expression stiffened, yet she didn't obey and leave directly. Instead, she stood there motionless, quietly watching the man in front of her. After a while, she spoke, "Mo Han, do you like Ning Wan?"
Xi Mohan was still in the same suit as yesterday, looking somewhat disheveled, but it didn't conceal his noble demeanor. Upon hearing her words, his expression changed slightly but quickly disappeared, making one think they were seeing things, and Ning Yan'er thought she must have been mistaken.
After a long silence, just as Ning Yan'er thought he wouldn't answer, his deep voice, carrying a slight rasp, finally sounded. It was just two simple words, "No."
Was this an unforeseen answer, or was it expected?
