"Is Master free right now?"
Our Prince had a straightforward way of speaking, not much for beating around the bush—asking you out meant just that, no schemes, and the lack of cunning was the most honest scheme of all.
How could Gu Xia dare to refuse? The man had come from afar with Salmon; that was a gesture of goodwill.
So she quickly responded, "I'm free, I'm free. Then I'll come to you."
"Where are you? I'll have someone pick you up."
"No need, I can drive myself."
"Alright, Royal Restaurant."
"Okay."
Gu Xia hung up the phone, hurriedly got up, and put on her jacket.
"What are you up to now?" Mo Guo was shocked, thinking, you're not planning to run off and leave me with this blockhead, are you?
"I have a friend who's just got back from Japan, he's brought me some... fresh produce. I'm going to pick it up. You two help yourselves... I've already ordered mine."
Having said that, without giving Mo Guo and He Yu a chance to respond, Gu Xia hurried out the door.
