"Are you returning there tomorrow?"
Young Master Mo suddenly spoke, his clear and pleasant voice uncharacteristically gentle.
Yan Xinxin nodded. She had also received Ye Lirong's call today, asking her to come home for a family reunion meal tomorrow. She found it rather odd—why would Ye Lirong suddenly suggest having a reunion dinner?
"I'll drive you both over."
"Huh? You'll take me and Xi back?"
"Is there an issue?"
"It's not really an issue, but I don't want to trouble—"
Yan Xinxin was still explaining when she suddenly felt Young Master Mo's wet palm press against the back of her head as he turned his profile toward her.
This strange sensation lingered with Yan Xinxin. After her shower, she returned to the room, only to see Young Master Mo standing at her desk as if he were examining her design sketches.
Yan Xinxin hurried forward and took the sketches out of Young Master Mo's hands.
"Young Master Mo, please don't touch my things."
"Angel's Tears."
