But if what happened in the dream never occurred, why would she speak the truth about everything...
Yan Chu couldn't figure it out, so he simply decided not to think about it, scratching his head as he followed and chased after her, "Weiwei, slow down and wait for me!"
The two of them stepped out of the elevator, and just as they exited the apartment, they saw the man standing at the entrance.
Mo Shiche leaned against a luxury sedan, one leg bent slightly, with a cigarette between his fingers. The thick white smoke blurred his handsome features, yet even just standing there, he exuded the charm of a mature man, both noble and sexy.
Luo Qiangwei was somewhat surprised to see him, but she quickly smiled, "Isn't this President Mo? What a coincidence, are you waiting for someone?"
She had used his car and driver all day; it was normal for him to know.
But she hadn't intended to hide anything to begin with.
