Today, Mo Weiyi was dressed in a two-piece business skirt suit, her long, slender legs clad in high heels were pale and straight, with a casual blazer draped over the outside.
Her long, waist-length black curls were fluffy and curly, wafting charming waves of hair as she moved.
Though surrounded by similarly dressed office workers, some of whom were quite elegantly dressed, she seemed like a natural luminary, dazzlingly bright.
To say she was a female star was not an exaggeration.
Forget it.
Jing Su told himself, whether it was her appearance, background, or even the man behind her…
She was not a woman you could possess.
He sighed deeply.
Sigh—
Jing Su turned and left.
What he did not know was that all his actions had been closely observed by the man in the car.
So when Mo Weiyi got into the car, she suddenly felt the temperature inside seemed rather low.
She said, "Aren't you cold?"
The man was dressed in a crisp suit...
No wonder he wasn't cold.
