"What are you getting excited about? It might not even be used on you." Mo Siluo was actually doing it on purpose, but what he didn't know was that this joke would later become trial evidence. His troubles were about to begin—
Wen Wan gave the man a cold glance and walked away without changing her expression.
Mo Siluo touched his nose, suddenly feeling a chill on his back. He really wanted to please her, but sometimes this woman really needed to be put in her place.
Wen Wan deliberately kept her distance from Mo Siluo, pretending she didn't know him. She quickly left while he was paying the bill.
Seeing this, Mo Siluo had no choice but to shout toward her retreating figure, "Wife, I didn't bring any money."
Wen Wan closed her eyes, pretending not to hear, and continued walking.
The cashier girl, infatuated, whispered, "I recognize you, you are the president of Mo Group."
