Gu Mohan did not even bother looking at the woman's retreating silhouette. He stepped on the pedal and stopped his Bentley in front of Tang Mo'er.
"Get in the car."
A deep and familiar vice resonated in her ears and Tang Mo'er looked up. Gu Mohan's handsome face was again in her line of vision.
Why is he here?
Why did he always appear when she was in such a sorry state and most in need of concern?
Why?
Tang Mo'er got in the car gingerly and sat in the passenger seat, holding her shivering body.
The Bentley drove quickly and smoothly on the main road. The more Tang Mo'er thought on it, the angrier she felt. With her fist landing on the car window, she growled furiously, "I've understood already. Wan An just wants to fool me. Let me find someone to strip him of his clothes and publish his nude photos on the internet. This will teach him to mess with me!"
"…"
