Ji Nuan immediately froze where she stood.
The well-crafted, Italian handmade shoes smacked against the floor steadily with force. However, to Ji Nuan's ears, this sound was an ominous signal.
She had just arranged her expression to show a perfect smile when she felt a slightly cold hand land on her shoulder.
"Your hands; stretch them out," Mo Jingshen calmly said.
"…" Ji Nuan stared at him without moving.
The man's expression gradually turned cold. After staring at her for a long while, he suddenly released a light, cold chuckle. "Did you think you would be able to hide it for long?"
Ji Nuan sighed loudly in her heart.
She really did not wish to tell him about the small accident that had occurred due to her own carelessness. It was too embarrassing.
Her feet subconsciously took another step back. She was about to use the opportunity to head in first when she saw Auntie Chen by the door.
