Can she swear?
Ji Wei held back and finally squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "No."
Next to her, Mo Qian's face was already as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Feeling his sharp gaze like a blade, William laughed: "Just kidding. Even if I have feelings for Miss Ji, I wouldn't steal someone else's love. How about this: if you feel bad about it, just bring me a meal every day. I'd like to eat something made by Miss Ji herself."
"No way!"
Before Ji Wei could say anything, Mo Qian refused without hesitation.
William stroked his chin in thought: "Miss Ji's cooking not acceptable? Hmm... Then Mr. Gu's cooking will do." He looked at Mo Qian with a face as cold as an iceberg, daring to say.
Ji Wei could feel the intense murderous intent emanating from Mo Qian, thinking: William, you're asking for trouble, you know?
"Aren't you afraid I'll poison the food?" Mo Qian said through clenched teeth.
