Late at night, at the Jiang residence No. 1.
Mo Chen had locked himself in the study for three hours already.
Qiao Ruoxin, holding the men's watch she had customized, approached the study door and knocked, "Brother Mo Chen, may I come in?"
The door was locked from the inside, but she found the master key card and swiped it to let herself in.
The study was pitch-dark, Mo Chen was sitting in the chair behind the desk, clenching a cigarette between his lips, his handsome face gloomy.
She had no idea what he was thinking.
Qiao Ruoxin walked over and turned on a nearby floor lamp, its dim yet gentle light filling the room.
Then, she saw him enveloped in smoke, the cold and slightly sinister expression on his beautiful face becoming apparent.
"Brother Mo Chen... you haven't started liking men, have you?"
In an instant, Mo Chen burst out in a furious roar, "How many times do I have to say it? No!!!"
Then she understood what was going on.
