No matter the voice or the tone of speaking, it was exceptionally familiar. Mo Yuanhao easily recognized the person's identity.
His gaze shifted, landing on the girl in front of him.
She looked up at him, her beautiful eyes tinged with a smile, yet deeply hidden within them was an undetectable determination, akin to eyeing a coveted prey.
Mo Yuanhao's sharp, handsome brows furrowed as Yun Wanyao's words from the carriage involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
She said, 'Su Qianxue's temperament changed overnight. She abandoned her previous ways, no longer relentlessly pursuing and clinging to the Prince. Instead, every meeting is met with disdain and indifference.'
She continued, 'I don't know for what purpose, but she suddenly began to approach the Prince, actively extending an olive branch. The Prince took the bait, and with repeated interactions, they grew closer.'
