Wang Cong sized up Ning Dai's figure and looked at her.
"We've been together for so long. Of course I know."
Mo Chen loosened his grip on the chair handle and relaxed his body.
Ning Dai sneered. "That mole isn't on my leg."
Wang Cong was stunned and looked flustered. He braced himself and said, "I, I might have remembered wrongly."
"Then tell me, where is that mole?" Ning Dai pressed again with a threatening attitude.
"On the arm? No, no, it's on your chest. No, that's not right either. It seems to be on your waist..." The man was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat. His eyes drifted as he asked Bai Lan for help.
Ning Dai looked at Wang Cong and Bai Lan, whose expression was getting uglier and uglier. She said in a clear voice, "I don't have a mole on my body at all."
She slowly walked to Mo Chen's side and touched his forehead with her fingers, gently massaging his temple.
