The next morning.
The summer morning in Wen City always gave people a clear and refreshing feeling.
After Lu Man finished washing up, she put on some light makeup and went out.
Last night, she was fiercely knocked on the nose by that Mo Xiuyuan. Even now, she still felt that her nose was in pain, and it was still not red. She touched it and felt that if it was really fake, it might really be ruined.
She walked out of the room and headed downstairs.
Not far away in the glass breakfast room, Mo Xiuyuan was sitting there elegantly, eating breakfast.
He was eating so elegantly.
Seeing Lu Man Man go downstairs, a beautiful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
The smile always had a profound meaning.
Lu Man glared at him unhappily.
Why did she feel that this man had a sense of schadenfreude.
She angrily sat opposite him, and Wang Zhong respectfully served her breakfast.
While eating breakfast, Mo Xiuyuan asked, “Miss Lu, did you sleep well last night?”
