Bab 18: 018 Who's the silly child?

Mo Zhixuan's eyes were deep, and for the first time, he felt a strong curiosity towards an ordinary person.

However, she could hardly be considered ordinary.

How could anyone related to the name Mo Zhixuan be considered ordinary?

Mo Zhixuan stood there for a long while until that slender figure had completely disappeared before he finally withdrew his gaze.

Looking down, he saw the table and stool she had abandoned, and Mo Zhixuan couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile—she sure had spirit.

It had to be said, Chu Jin brought him one surprise after another.

Moreover, he faintly sensed a trace of 'special ability' emanating from her.

No matter how you looked at it, this didn't seem like someone who had been a waste for 18 years.

"Mr. Mo," Li Hanjiang hurried over, panting, "The old master of the Zhao family's birthday banquet is at the Imperial Court Hotel at 7 pm. Are we still going?"