Mo Xiuchen only asked her that question, but in the moment he saw her face turn pale, the iciness in his eyes instantly solidified.
This damnable woman, she must have taken advantage of his memory loss and posed as his fiancée.
If he truly had a woman he loved, it would definitely be Wen Ran, not Cheng Jia, a woman he couldn't bring himself to like. Last night, although he glanced at the photo on Wen Ran's phone unintentionally, he clearly saw himself in the group photo, looking at Wen Ran with such gentleness.
"Mo Xiuchen, have you been listening to some nonsense?" Cheng Jia tried hard to suppress the panic in her heart, her face pale, gazing at Mo Xiuchen with tearful eyes.
"What nonsense do you think I've been listening to?"
Mo Xiuchen narrowed his eyes and coldly asked.
