Mo Feifei couldn't cool her emotions down. Instead, a disturbing feeling exploded from within her and spread out.
In an indifferent tone, she said, "Yes, it was just a casual question. Didn't you often point out that we are very similar? But after seeing that weird look on your face, forget it. You don't have to answer it. Just take it as if I never asked you that question."
She ended the topic very naturally and without any disagreement.
Shang Mo rubbed the bottom of his lip with his fingers. "You two do look alike. Do you want to be him?"
Mo Feifei: "…"
His every word seemed to be of a high standard as though he had already seen through her.
