They hugged quietly for a while, before Mo Nanze let go of Lu Yinfeng.
His slender fingers ran through Lu Yinfeng's hair as he softly said, "Yinfeng, you go back first, I'll come home tonight."
Lu Yinfeng nodded obediently upon hearing this, "Okay, then I'll go ahead."
As she turned around, Mo Nanze's expression instantly darkened.
He felt as if something was stuck in his throat, and several times, he wanted to call out to stop Lu Yinfeng but lacked the courage.
It wasn't until Lu Yinfeng's figure disappeared from his sight that Mo Nanze finally sighed deeply.
Just now, he had made up his mind to come clean.
Even if Lu Yinfeng blamed him, it was something he should endure.
He couldn't be blackmailed by Lin Xiyao for the rest of his life.
"Nanze, the soup today was very tasty." Lin Xiyao maneuvered her wheelchair to Mo Nanze's door. "The chef from Yushan Restaurant made it, right?"
She saw Mo Nanze's tall and elegant figure, so noble and attractive.