Just thinking that in a little while he would be registering his marriage with Gu Yixuan, Mo Ran couldn't help but laugh.
Soon, Fujiwara Ize finished his call, walked back in, and sat down again.
"Let's continue eating. What did you call this dish again?"
Mo Ran began to introduce the names of the dishes to him again.
While eating, Fujiwara Ize suddenly frowned slightly and his breathing became rapid.
Mo Ran noticed something was wrong and felt nervous.
"Mr. Yuan, what's wrong?"
He gave a faint smile and helplessly said, "I'm allergic to shrimp, so I can't eat them. It might be an allergic reaction."
Mo Ran was shocked, "You should have told me earlier! I am so sorry, I shouldn't have let you eat the shrimp!"
Turned out, he wasn't incapable of peeling shrimp; he couldn't eat them. Her mind was too simple. How could she have just believed his words, even peeling the shrimp for him, forcing him to eat it?
