Liu Xiuying blinked, surprised by the offer. She glanced at Mo Yanlin, who still hadn't spoken, but she could feel the intensity of his silence.
A trip with Jiang Fengya? Alone?
While it sounded lovely, the idea of spending time alone with Mo Yanlin's mother suddenly felt daunting. What if, during the trip, her feelings for him became too obvious?
"That sounds... really nice, Aunty Fengya," Liu Xiuying said slowly, trying to hide her nervousness. "But, I have work…"
"Oh, don't worry about work," Jiang Fengya waved her hand dismissively, interrupting her. "Yanlin will handle everything while we're away."
Mo Yanlin finally looked up from his document. His sharp gaze settled on Liu Xiuying, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. His expression was calm, but his eyes were locked on hers, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
"I'll take care of everything," he said in a low, steady voice.