Mo Yanchen glanced at ah ze and pursed his lips. He clenched one hand into a fist and placed it by his mouth while the other held the steering wheel skillfully.
"Mo Wen." Mo Yancheng called out to him.
"Brother yang!" Mo Wen leaned towards him and asked in a low voice,"brother yang, what's the matter?"
Mo Yancheng turned a corner handsomely and said in a low voice,""We've alerted the enemy today, so someone should be coming to find her. She ... Have you thought about it?"
"Her? She?" Mo Wen was a little confused by his question.
Mo Wen looked at him suspiciously. His reaction was a little slow, and soon his ears turned red.
He touched his neck and fell back to his seat. His eyes looked around randomly, not daring to look at mo Yanchen. Cough! It was too dangerous, his thoughts had been seen through.
"Not yet," Mo Wen said in a low voice.
Ah ze was on the phone. After he hung up, he looked at mo Wen and was a little embarrassed.
