Chương 66: Teasing Mo Nanfeng

It was called giving someone a taste of their own medicine.

Mo Nanfeng had to hold back his rising rage and the throbbing vein on his temple just to smile unconvincingly. "I forgive you, forgive you…"

Then, seeing that Ji Weixi not moving an inch, he quickly gestured for her to sit. "Weixi, let's talk at the table. It's tiring to stand."

Ji Weixi really wanted to leave immediately as she glared at his disgusting fawning.

However, she could not leave just yet.

Mo Nanfeng looked different from before—he was dressed in a blue suit and his hair was combed tidily, almost looked like the son of a rich family once again.

He must have some other agenda to take such great length asking her out, and it definitely wasn't about tailoring.

Ji Weixi though she could find out what he was actually trying.

"Alright." She smiled.

As such, he quickly pulled a chair for her eagerly and she sat, folding her arms.