Mo Shichen looked at the woman on the sofa, her facial features and demeanor were gentle, especially when she lowered her head to read, exuding a subtle scent of bookishness.
Unfortunately, whenever she opened her mouth, it was cutting.
He didn't speak either and looked up through the floor-to-ceiling glass door at the sky outside before turning to walk out.
Just as he approached the entryway, Wen Yi suddenly called out to him, "Wait a minute, come back."
Mo Shichen paused, turned to look at the woman sitting on the sofa who was watching him, slightly pursed his lips, and, with an emotionless face, walked back with his long strides.
He even curled the corners of his lips slightly, "Miss Wen, what else may I do for you?"
Wen Yi placed the book in her hand on her lap, took her bag beside her, pulled out a bank card from her wallet, reported the password while handing it over.
