Qiao Ruoxin glanced at her wristwatch, the time had arrived, and she had to return to the training camp of "Idol 101" once again.
"Mo Chen, brother, I need to go back to the training camp."
Just as she stood up, her slender wrist was seized by a large masculine hand.
She looked back into Mo Chen's handsome features, which were as sculpted and artistically striking as a work of art.
The man lifted his eyes to meet hers, his tone cold yet deep, "Remember what you said, don't let me down again."
This was the last time he would trust her.
Qiao Ruoxin suddenly felt very heavy.
She smiled faintly, then turned and bent over to lightly kiss the man's chin, whispering, "Don't worry, I've figured it out, you have the right to know the truth."
Having said that, she stood up and left.
Mo Chen laughed out loud.
In fact, everyone in the circle was waiting to see his embarrassment when Qiao Ruoxin returned this time.
