C780 Shallow Margin of Feeling

Mo Xiaojun put on his coat. It was dinner time at six o'clock …

"Qingqing, I want to treat you to a meal. Thank you for your understanding."

With these words, Hai Qingqing's eyes became moist.

The two of them sat at the Shuxiang Restaurant. Mo Xiaojun didn't eat for the whole day, so he picked up the menu and ordered the dishes Hai Qingqing and himself liked