Mo Yesi's car was parked outside the building.
He was driving a silver Lamborghini.
The moment Qiao Mianmian walked over, the door opened and a man in a suit got out. He then walked towards her.
Qiao Mianmian stood there and watched as Mo Yesi approached her step by step. Her heart raced uncontrollably.
He was in a formal suit. His coat and suit were black, and his leather shoes were black too. He exuded a strong sense of abstinence.
His handsome face was really handsome.
The first time she saw him, Qiao Mianmian wondered how such a good-looking man could exist.
It was unreal.
Back then, she'd thought that any woman who fell in love with a man like Mo Yesi would definitely be unable to resist it.
She never thought that the lucky woman would be herself.
Even though they had been together for so long, most of the time, she still felt attracted to him.
She was still smitten.
Her vanity was greatly satisfied.
