Looking at Mo Ziyan's hot eyes, Gu Qingchun was a little embarrassed.
She covered her lips, coughed softly, and sounded a reminder, "Mr. Mo!"
Mo Ziyan heard that and came back to his senses. He hurriedly shifted his eyes and explained with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
He was just shocked by her smile, so he couldn't help staring at her.
Such behavior was really impolite. When Mo Ziyan thought of this, he was extremely annoyed. He was really worried that Gu Qingchun would think he was a lecher.
Looking at Mo Ziyan’s uneasiness, he seemed to be afraid of her anger, and Gu Qingchun’s uncomfortable mood turned into helplessness, she gently shook her head, "It doesn't matter."
"Qingchun, I..."
Mo Ziyan suddenly did not know what to say.
At this sight of him, Gu Qingchun could not help but feel a little funny. She smiled. "Mr. Mo, whatever you want to say, just go ahead."
This sentence seemed to give Mo Ziyan great encouragement.