"Hmm." Mo Xiuchen's eyes flashed with sharpness, his expression calm.
"Actually, even without Little Liu, I would still keep my promise, I wouldn't betray Young Master Mo, Xiao Wenqing has been using me for so many years, I am not going to be her puppet anymore."
Cheng Jia immediately made her intentions clear. She was still thinking about Mo Xiuchen, naturally, she did not want to get involved with Little Liu anymore.
"Hm!"
Mo Xiuchen only gave a one-word reply. Cheng Jia was not sure whether he believed her or not.
She glanced down at herself. Before she went out, she had dressed up carefully. She deliberately put on a low-cut, tight-fitting top, a mini-skirt, and a trench coat. She thought she looked pretty good.
However, throughout their entire encounter, Mo Xiuchen hadn't really looked at her. Or to put it another way, his gaze didn't seem to consider her as a woman. Recalling the tenderness and affection he had shown Wen Ran, she felt a sharp pain in her heart.
