Jiang Mansion Number One.
Mo Chen had become like a completely different person, his indifference chilling her to the bone.
The man's tall figure leaned against the living room sofa, two buttons of his shirt undone. With closed eyes, his handsome features were shrouded in a layer of irritability.
Qiao Ruoxin stood at a distance from him, watching him immersed in that dark world.
But she just couldn't go over...
She really wanted to go over and hug him, but she couldn't.
"Mo Chen, if you know the woman in the video isn't me, why do you reject me so..."
The living room was silent.
Mo Chen slowly opened his eyes, staring at the crystal chandelier above him. After a few seconds, he spoke in a low voice, "Go to sleep, I will go see a psychologist tomorrow."
Psychologist...
Qiao Ruoxin's heart tightened.
"Don't get the wound wet," the man added.
She stood motionless, staring at the man's profile: "And you?"
"I'm not sleepy."
That same sentence again!
