“You should say you fell for it again,” Mo Yafei said nonchalantly, patting Ding Nuanyang’s head with a worried expression. “To prevent the public from being led astray, I’ll personally accompany and watch over you.”
“
Seeing the cabin door close, Ding Nuanyang decided to suppress her urge to kick him off the plane. “What about work?”
Mo Yafei smiled, “I called my dad before boarding. He’ll arrange everything, so don’t worry, there’s no problem.”
“Huh?” Ding Nuanyang was stunned. Mo Yafei actually took the initiative to call Uncle Mo – this was truly unprecedented. She blinked, “Did you really call Uncle Mo?”
“Is a son calling his father so strange to you?” Mo Yafei raised his eyebrows, his tone light. His hands never stopped moving, occasionally checking the seat pocket, then opening the small dining table.
“No, no, that’s not what I meant.” Perhaps Mo Yafei’s relationship with his father wasn’t as bad as she imagined. After all, Mo’s mother had passed away long ago, and many things should be left in the past.
Ding Nuanyang’s mood instantly improved. She suddenly turned Mo Yafei’s face towards her, grinning mischievously, “Are you so eager to travel with me that you’ve actually fallen in love with me?”
“Is that not allowed?” Mo Yafei raised an eyebrow, his expression suddenly turning serious. “I’ve fallen in love with you. So what?”
Silence. Complete silence.
Looking at Mo Yafei’s incredibly familiar face, Ding Nuanyang suddenly wanted to laugh.
Although Mo Yafei spoke clearly, his confession sounded completely insincere to Ding Nuanyang.
Accompanied by the plane’s slight roar during takeoff, she scoffed, “Please, you’ve been making the same joke for hundreds of years. Aren’t you tired of it?”
“Strange. How is it that I can never fool you, you silly girl!” A hint of melancholy flashed in Mo Yafei’s eyes, but his face showed the frustration of a failed prank.
Ding Nuanyang rubbed her chest and widened her eyes, finally seeing the owner of the face full of mockery, who was standing with arms crossed, one foot stepping on a soccer ball. She heard his words clearly.
Wearing sports attire, Jiang Xudong stood against the sunset like a golden-armored god. He said, “Classmate, thinking about your lover? So lost in thought.”
Then came loud laughter.
