C343 God's Descent 14

Jing Mo spoke in a straightforward manner. The anticipation in his eyes was like a ball of fire burning his heart. He shook his body and dodged Jing Mo's gaze.

"Mr. Jing, I. . . I didn't bring any flowers. . . " He opened his mouth and curled his fingers.

The anticipation on Jing Mo's face immediately disappeared, and even his tone became downcast. He pretended to smile casually