Mo Chen tightened his hold on her slender waist, his expression serious as he looked at her, "Little Ghost, tell me, who told you those things?"
She turned her head away, a bit guiltily, and whispered softly, "Simon sent me a photo of you two together, saying she was your girlfriend from your college days."
So that was it. The man didn't have much of a reaction, simply responding indifferently, "Hmm."
What kind of strange reaction was that?
In fact, if Mo Chen had lost his temper at her at this moment, she might have felt somewhat better about it.
"You're not angry? You don't think that I don't trust you?" Curiosity filled her eyes.
Mo Chen let out a scoff, pinched her cheek, "I'm not angry, and you're not happy?"
"No, it's not that. I just don't trust you, and you're not even a bit angry?"
She always felt that something was off.
