Mo Jingshen did not answer her. He expressionless shifted his brows, watching her sternly: "How does it feel to have your cake smashed?"
"…" Yiyi had a guilty conscience and did not dare to raise her head. She was at a complete loss for words and could only force herself to answer: "It-it's all right. As long as CEO Mo is happy…"
Mo Jingshen chuckled softly: "I'm happy?"
"Yes… yes… CEO Mo, as long as you're happy…" Yiyi nodded her head as she spoke incoherently.
"To make me happy, you'll have to pay a certain price."
Yiyi caught the cold mockery in Mo Jingshen's icy voice and could not comprehend how she had managed to offend a god like him. She felt completely helpless.
Her heart was flustered; could it be that Ji Nuan was really his wife?
All of a sudden, Mo Jingshen pointed to the nearest seven-layered cake on display. He indicated for an employee to push the cake over to Yiyi.
