Chu Yao's demeanor was icy cold, not even bestowing a glance.
Mo Tingshen stood up straight and walked over to Lu Zhenzhen's car, knocking on the window.
"Miss Lu, I'm leaving two cars of people with you to escort you back."
Lu Zhenzhen's lips were bent, but she wasn't smiling, "Thank you for your trouble."
Mo Tingshen nodded his head, turned to leave, but was stopped by Lu Zhenzhen calling out, "Mr. Mo," her complexion chilling, eyes like cold daggers staring straight at Mo Tingshen's face, "Even in her most desperate moments, she never thought about taking your life."
Mo Tingshen's silhouette stiffened for a moment, he didn't turn around, hesitated for a second before reaching his car, and still, he opened the door and sat in the back seat.
Chu Yao leaned against the side of her hair, her face slightly tilted down, eyes closed, and as he sat down, her breath deepened.
Very irritated.
"Drive," Mo Tingshen ordered in a low voice, "back to the Mo Family."
