Mo shenbai didn't answer. He picked up his cup and drank some water, as if he was hiding something.
Xu Youyou opened the file out of curiosity. The smile on her face suddenly froze, and her black and white eyes were filled with surprise.
"You ... What do you mean by this?" She put down the file and did not want to look at the things inside.
Her passport and plane ticket were placed on top.
"It's your dream to go to the Paris Academy of Fine Arts," Mo shenbai put down his cup and spoke in a low voice. He even had a little smile on his face, pretending to be relaxed.
"But I've already said that I'm not going." Xu Youyou's soft voice was firm.
Mo shenbai took a deep breath and did not speak. Instead, he gave PEI Chuan a look, asking him to speak.
PEI Chuan felt that this was a thankless task, but he could not reject it. He could only bite the bullet.
