The next morning, Ji Nuan did not drive her own car but sat on Mo Jingshen's car to head to the studio.
She carelessly scanned through the car for several seconds. In the end, she found a gold round tube of lipstick in the barely noticeable gap between the leather seats.
Ji Nuan reached over and picked up the lipstick. She opened and looked at it briefly, raising her brows and chuckling lightly.
When Mo Jingshen saw the lipstick, he glanced at it indifferently. His tone was just like last night. "Sure you don't want to change cars?"
"Not changing," Ji Nuan curved her lips, playing with the lipstick in her hands. "What bothers me is not the car. Her motive is also not to retrieve this lipstick."
Mo Jingshen's thin lips curved. Although this little woman said that she believed in him and acted as though she had thought things through, her words still carried the sour scent of jealousy.
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